Hold On

Hold on what y'all boys got going on

Don't you call I won't pick up the phone
To me all of y'all are just dead
Don't text Cause you'll left straight on read
Can't trust you I think that you're a fed
I'm moving so much I love that bread
You're a random to me you're just a ped
They want to come for me break a leg
You're expired with 10k you're just stale
Wanna come from me I'll send you to hell
He Started up a business but it failed
He acting like a queen he broke a nail
Left the scene didn't even leave a trail
It's so icy and you that it's real
I feel good and I don't pop no pill
He can't move gas so good you can tell
He acting kinda funny key and pale
Wanna send that pack through the mail
Girl acting good yeah she nasty
Said love me said she happy
She calling one name and its daddy
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah
Hold on what y'all boys got going on
Don't call cause I won't pick up my phone
Better watch it and you better watch yo yo tone
Had my bros and I couldn't do it alone
Shawty want me she want some more
I wasn't feeling it she hit the door
Gas too good so I hit the floor
They hit em with the hammer just like Thor
Call it seven deadly Esconor
Lion on my back hear me roar



Credits
Writer(s): Gregg Wattenberg, Jason William Black, Daniel Trapp, Garrett Zablocki, Buddy James Nielsen, Brian Mc Ternant
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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