Hold Up

Tell me something
What that powder smell like nothing
I've been working
Ballin hit that swish like Jordan
What you smoking
Why you wearing sneaks that talking Swisher grapes, with the bapes, in the fuckin foreign
Pass the keys, blow the trees, top down feel the breeze
I just sneezed 'scuse my weeze don't get lime disease
Overseas, Japanese, bitches guarantee
Pussy free I apease no one I am free

Hold up
How you gon get mad I succeed shut the fuck up
Tired of you bitchin homie you should try and come up
Aint gon hold ya hand, you a man, get the fuck up, get the fuck up

Ride the wave
Im the smokey in the musical production know you gotta job
But im bout to get you high today
High today
High today
Hold on cuz you might catch a contact
Team special like i just run a punt back
More hits so the haters dont want that
More hits so the haters dont want that
Aint nothing change but them signs
And now they dollars that be wanna toot they nose up
And now they holla keep that same energy in this industry chew you up and then spit you out
I keep a even kill skin made of steel
I just prove em wrong and then embrace the doubt

Hold up
How you gon get mad I succeed shut the fuck up
Tired of you bitchin homie you should try and come up
Aint gon hold ya hand, you a man, get the fuck up, get the fuck up

Hold up
Cold sweats got me throwin up
Is it me or my persona
All I know is im blown up
My eyes red and they hurt
I cant feel my body work
Whoo popped too many pills
I don't know how to feel
I don't know how to feel

Hold up
How you gon get mad I succeed shut the fuck up
Tired of you bitchin homie you should try and come up
Aint gon hold ya hand, you a man, get the fuck up, get the fuck up

Hold up
Cold sweats got me throwin up
Is it me or my persona
All I know is im blown up
My eyes red and they hurt
I cant feel my body work
Whoo pop too many pills
I don't know how to feel
I don't know how to feel



Credits
Writer(s): Juan Sanchez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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