Lyrics Hole Again - Blo

This country, you gotta make the money first
Then when you get the money, you get the power
Then when you get the power, then you get the (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Deuxe made this one)

I'm in the hole again
I think I'm out my mind, nah, I can't hold it in
Just bought another dawg, still got dawgs inside the pen'
Went to talkin' to a bitch, she used to fuck with one of my man's

And this Glock came with a switch, I still ain't switched my favorite Gen
I'm still talkin' to this bitch, I don't even care if that's her friend
We got bags inside the spot, we don't care the CPN
Ten chases in the week, I didn't know this was a stolen VIN

Still ridin' through my city
A 50 in my pocket, another 50 in my switchy
If I run into the opp, it's on God that I ain't missin'
I be ventin' to the street, put this on God that I ain't dissin'

Tried to give you all my game, but this on God, you ain't listen
And, yeah, I see the memo, but I'ma still bang for Billy
As a kid, I stole bikes, I was just tryna pop a wheelie
I be feelin' all the tension, I know that niggas really against me

Mr. Buy Your Ho, get her a spot and then a Frenchie
Mr. SRT, ho, get a pad and crank a hemi
Mr. Robinson, I went legit and start a bidness
Couldn't see this far, I still remember we was stealin'

2016, we was peelin', hard times thuggin'
Heard that they'd be right back, they shoot it up for nothin'
I'm straight out Lithonia, who the fuck said somethin' 'bout Compton?
Call me all day, I finally answered you, you want shit

Heard you datin' him, they probably thinkin' you a dumb bitch
Bro said that I got it out the pit, so I'm a dumb trick
Right now, I'm behind the wall, and I'm still gettin' dumb rich
I got niggas prayin' that I land in they camp, yeah

I got bitches prayin' that I land on the blacktop
So can tell that I don't want his stash, he's a damn cop
Don't matter where I go, I still'll have it in a headlock
Damn, this bitch a throater, I can't even breathe while her head locked

Told mama that I won't steal cars, jail the way I stopped
An opp can't say they smoked nothin', they car slid, we kill your block
Comin' down your street, and I'm tryna hit the whole block
They need to free Throwed, but I still ain't throwed my old Glock

I can hit on soul, but you still'll get your ass popped
Rob a nigga broad day, you can go and ask Pop
Tired of bein' led, tell the flyer drop a laptop
Tired of bein' led

Tired of goin' back and forth, I'm him, hands down
She can't wait to fuck, she ready to pull her pants down
She can't wait to fuck, she ready to come up out them jeans
She ain't used to nothin', she say she never had Celine

AR Diamondback, girl, I can't never give you no ring
Breakin' in your car, I'm probably starin' at your ring
This bitch Chris Paul, she ain't never had a ring
This bitch Chris Paul, she fuckin' all for her team

Don't let us see her cry, she hide her tears with Maybelline
Ran it up in a Kia rental, they want me to sting
Might not be the one to crank it, but cars still gettin' P'd
Yeah, your outfit cool, but I can tell it come from Shein, girl

Postin' all these pictures, damn, you tryna be seen, girl
Yeah, my name Lil Hot, but we still in a cold world
Prison, I got DRs, in school, I got referrals
Losin' my mind again, bring back my sane, yeah
Doin' this time again didn't take my fame
I guess money can't take away the pain
I won't go for nothin', I gotta live up to my name, yeah