Hold Up
Hold Up
You see the Benz and the Rollie on me I'm talking all this shit cuz fasho I got the 40 on me
Hold up
You say you know me I dont know you homie
All this gold on its hard to keep these hoez from off me
Hold up
Po a 4 got my soda popping
Leaning to the left on my right got my soldiers watchin
Huh
Bitch u see me yea I know u jockin
Fuck you in the back of the foreign got yo shoulders rocking
You see the chains you see the tattoos
Huh
You see the gang yea I'm that dude
Huh
All this blang I'm like Papoose
Need a bitch like Remy Ma wit uh attitude
Got a hundit bars send em at yo brain
Used to have walk the prison yard now I walk in chainz
You see the way I'm living we are not the same
Big black Benz 12 on me and I'm switching lanes
Hit the gas I might lose you
Do the dash I dont do cruise
I'mma smash i'mma bruise dude
If he gotta bag i'mma pass he a goof troop
You a lil dog leaving blue's clues
Team full of g'z i'mma shoot thru
I'mma point the beam he gon boo boo
Gotta keep the thing in my jeans these is new tru's huh
Hold Up
You see the Benz and the Rollie on me I'm talking all this shit cuz fasho I got the 40 on me
Hold up
You say you know me I dont know you homie
All this gold on its hard to keep these hoez from off me
Hold up
Po a 4 got my soda popping
Leaning to the left on my right got my soldiers watchin
Huh
Bitch u see me yea I know u jockin
Fuck you in the back of the foreign got yo shoulders rocking
Im wit all the bullshit and that fuckery
Whenever the homies say they got a lick they come n fuck wit me yea
I dont need a bitch I need her company
Pussy business is the only thing I let her run for me yea
Sting you for yo honey i'mma bumblebee
I'm the top shotta I dont think you wanna rump wit me naw
Ar15 wit circumference reach
Its like I dropped the sun on ya how I dump the heat yea
Put me in a hole I come from underneath
And i'mma snatch ya soul tryna smother me
My grind on go go go repeat
You tryna stop my show but there's no defeat
They hating on me cuz this cake is on me
I'm dipped in drapes this aint a cape up on me
And I be in the hood gettin trap money
You tryna get it like Fast you a crash dummy yea
Hold Up
You see the Benz and the Rollie on me I'm talking all this shit cuz fasho I got the 40 on me
Hold up
You say you know me I dont know you homie
All this gold on its hard to keep these hoez from off me
hold up
Po a 4 got my soda popping
Leaning to the left on my right got my soldiers watchin
Huh
Bitch u see me yea I know u jockin
Fuck you in the back of the foreign got yo shoulders rocking
You see the Benz and the Rollie on me I'm talking all this shit cuz fasho I got the 40 on me
Hold up
You say you know me I dont know you homie
All this gold on its hard to keep these hoez from off me
Hold up
Po a 4 got my soda popping
Leaning to the left on my right got my soldiers watchin
Huh
Bitch u see me yea I know u jockin
Fuck you in the back of the foreign got yo shoulders rocking
You see the chains you see the tattoos
Huh
You see the gang yea I'm that dude
Huh
All this blang I'm like Papoose
Need a bitch like Remy Ma wit uh attitude
Got a hundit bars send em at yo brain
Used to have walk the prison yard now I walk in chainz
You see the way I'm living we are not the same
Big black Benz 12 on me and I'm switching lanes
Hit the gas I might lose you
Do the dash I dont do cruise
I'mma smash i'mma bruise dude
If he gotta bag i'mma pass he a goof troop
You a lil dog leaving blue's clues
Team full of g'z i'mma shoot thru
I'mma point the beam he gon boo boo
Gotta keep the thing in my jeans these is new tru's huh
Hold Up
You see the Benz and the Rollie on me I'm talking all this shit cuz fasho I got the 40 on me
Hold up
You say you know me I dont know you homie
All this gold on its hard to keep these hoez from off me
Hold up
Po a 4 got my soda popping
Leaning to the left on my right got my soldiers watchin
Huh
Bitch u see me yea I know u jockin
Fuck you in the back of the foreign got yo shoulders rocking
Im wit all the bullshit and that fuckery
Whenever the homies say they got a lick they come n fuck wit me yea
I dont need a bitch I need her company
Pussy business is the only thing I let her run for me yea
Sting you for yo honey i'mma bumblebee
I'm the top shotta I dont think you wanna rump wit me naw
Ar15 wit circumference reach
Its like I dropped the sun on ya how I dump the heat yea
Put me in a hole I come from underneath
And i'mma snatch ya soul tryna smother me
My grind on go go go repeat
You tryna stop my show but there's no defeat
They hating on me cuz this cake is on me
I'm dipped in drapes this aint a cape up on me
And I be in the hood gettin trap money
You tryna get it like Fast you a crash dummy yea
Hold Up
You see the Benz and the Rollie on me I'm talking all this shit cuz fasho I got the 40 on me
Hold up
You say you know me I dont know you homie
All this gold on its hard to keep these hoez from off me
hold up
Po a 4 got my soda popping
Leaning to the left on my right got my soldiers watchin
Huh
Bitch u see me yea I know u jockin
Fuck you in the back of the foreign got yo shoulders rocking
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Writer(s): Brock Goines
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