E-Dubyah! – Holler Atcha Boy lyrics

Workin' on the crew like Wu-Tang
Torture like Mef why I'm spittin' out the butane
Catch me with a noose 'fore you see me rockin' 2 chains
Search a dude name if you heard say
E hyphen D U B Y a H
Exclamation mark
A.) Cause I play so hard
B.) Cause I'm hard to play
You really wanna see (C) my dude?
Okay, it's cool, don't worry bout it
I gotchu

Holler Atcha Boy
Like, uhh, like "Ahh"
Know what I mean?
Or you can Holler Atcha Boy like, uhh "Ayy", yeah

Ayy, ayy!

[Hook]

Holler Atcha Boy like, aghh!
Rollin' witcha boy like squad
Don't come around if you can't keep step
Don't get too off or I might go off

Holler Atcha Boy like aghh!
Rollin' witcha boy like squad
Flow so clean I be spittin' at the dishes
Don't got no support for me better move on

Holler Atcha Boy like hah?
Are you proud of me dad? Like, naw
Are you proud of me dad? Like, naw
Are you proud of me dad? Like, naw

Holler Atcha Boy like Ahh!
Are you proud of me dad? Like, naw
Are you proud of me dad? Like, naw
Are you proud of me dad? Like, naw

[Verse]

Holler atcha Boy like Ahh, doe
I snap like *kak*kak*kak*kak like a family close car doors
Want a lotto that cash, racks, stacks
I need some Euros to fly me some miles and feed me some children
And bring me some blankets and cover some villages
I'm on my tycoon been writin' novella shit
I got the recipe, never be sellin' it
Fresh for the hell of it

Competition washed up, nado
They too hollow
More like nada, I just got 'em
I just like dribble and out spit 'em on the constant
I just like scribble and out wit 'em on a novel
Might just get a fiddle and then dabble in the Gospel
Might just get a griddle make these egos into waffles
Like I'm just gettin' silly turn these heads up into bobbles
Might just even flex on 'em, send 'em to the brothel

That's all of 'em, put 'em in the coffin
If they don't fit, throw 'em in the stove
If they don't get merked they at least get burnt
I ain't got no bread, makin' toast

Flow is overly dope, such an overdose
I mostly hope that hope is hopefully enough, I'd go for broke
But I'm already there and home
You know I love it, I don't care but

I'm on it, singin' my song and my sonnets
Put it together mnemonic
Flow so pneumonic need antibiotics
Got 'hold of a doctor he told my temperatures hotter than
All of these other rappers out here flossin'
Holler at the kid, you got the volume
I ain't into trippin', playin' possum
Play your part and don't fall off
And Holler Atcha Boy!