Young Dro - They Holla Ayo lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dro] "Ayo!!", They holla "Ayo!" "Ayo!" "Ayo!" "Ayo!" "Ayo!", They holla "Ayo!" Twelve gauge chemo (Yeah!) Blow ya bald head (What's up?) They say money come from trees This is raw bread (Is is!) (Damn!) My nude bowl grip (What!?) This is tall bread (Damn!) Mac 90! Double magazine! All lead (Bow!) n***a ya'll scared! (Yes!) We green packer boys! (Bless!) If i was outta space with dope.. I'll be a Trap-A-zoid! (Goddamn) They call me Macaroy! (Mac!) Brown Benz almond toy Your b**h like my nuts.. She say this my almond joy ("I like that!") Young dro! I'm the first to go out craze the worst (I do) "Slice his throat??" Nah shoot him in the navel first! I behave the worst I get my scoping on! (Bow!) You talking cheese b**h!? I'm all about my provolone!, Dro! [Chorus: Young Dro] First they holla Cam! Then They holla Dro! Big money Big weed We got that "A" and blow When it comes to these b**hes Gotta play me low Every time they see a play they holla "Ayo!" [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Uh, We conceal by the coat Real We don't ever joke! Shottie Taught Gotti by Neal De la Croix See! (La Costa Nostra!) Any s**a spot Em With any luck I'll pop Em Blow ganga in Gabana (Word?) Rubber Bottom k** ya'll witness Where we all fitness Ya'll snitches WNBA! (What's that?) All b**hes! (f*ggots!) All business My nig The yard ditch us (Ditches) Call kitch Put ya name on a small hitlist I'll honor ya'll (Nope!) I got land I'm on farmer soil The patten leathers like armor all Four-four tucked You ain't got four bucks Get ya mans smacked Mom pimped Broad f**ed (f**ed!) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Vado] Uh, My swag spreading something serious The whole town caught it (Caught it!) Got em saying "Slime" Rugby down to the Jordans (Sliiiiime!) Lay a n***a down Stick around for his mourning D.A got em singing But the crowd ain't applauding Recording No holds barred when I'm spittin' it Flow ignorant His whole style and deliverance Call him paperboy Paper pal he deliver it Five nickle No bicycle When deliver it! (Nah!) They say I ain't got it You got it Pa! The only reason you running ya town Cuz you ain't gotta car! (Huh??) I got it far Smoke dope, coke and got it hard King Jive Lightin' a cigar like i gotta star [Chorus]