Hold Up

Hah, it's time to hit em wit a different flow
Call my homie up to slide thru with the give and go
Always got that work, if you need it for the low
Smokin' purp, feelin' regal
Comin' for the throne
High as a seagull, I can't see you when I'm in my zone
On the beach, with my bitch
Chillin' in a thong
With the shyt, if she need to
She'll leave me alone
She the shyt and I love it
She know that I'm grown
In the whip, wit my squad
Smokin' on that strong
Bout to pull up to the function
Like it's Mardi Gras
Find a chick, no discussion
Put that body on me
Get to twerkin, now she geekin
Got her grindin' on me
Got my soldiers wit me reppin' like we got an army
Keep a strap wit me, in case somebody try to harm me
Got that venom in my system like I'm Tom Hardy
It's a marvel in my section
Hit the after party

Heh, so what is the business
No fake shyt, what is this
I don't fuck with bitches... (nah)
No snitches, no rats and no witness
Just coolin' with cats that keep gats and a grimace, like

Yo... I told her hol' up, hol' up...
I run the game playa
No controlla, roll up, what...
I'm high so up, so up...
In the studio and my flow up
Flow up, ugh
I'm about to blow up, pour up
When I'm in the club I might throw up mo' bucks, what
If police show up so what
I don't give a fuck, I'm like hol' up hol' up

Yea, I'll get to smashin it
And mashin' it
Baby girl I'm passionate
I cut it like I'm daggerin'
I'll have you into fashion shyt
Tell me what your passion is
Hit it til your staggerin'
I treat her so compassionate, yeah
If you light the blunt I'm passin it
Always got that gas in it...
And you know I'm stashin' it
Ready for that action shyt
You don't want that action bytch
Hit it til your passin' out
Get the green, I'm cashin in'



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Writer(s): Rainmak3r
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