Hold Up(run Up Them Racks)
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks fuck on that ho from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks you know how we coming we run up them racks
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks fuck on that ho from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks you know how we coming we run up them racks
I'ma just run up them racks
Stack after stack I blow rack after rack
And go make it right back
Make hit after hit
I be too lit too legit I can't quit
Keep a tool in my fit
The truth I be it
Maneuver with shooters This who I be with
Manure the shit
Confuse them with goofies you stupid little niggas will truly be missed
Go google it if
You think it's a game
Don't ever reach for the chain
I'll leave you with pieces of brain
All over the floor
Shorty look good but I know she a whore
I gored her before
I score and I score
Bucket for bucket I feel like I'm James
Harden or Worthy it's really the same
No worries I'm Gervin got ice in my veins
Little lights in my chain
I spike up the price if you like it
Then drop a few racks on the track
Put g nice with your name
It's a hit I can bet it
Get it you got it I'm cocky My pockets so brollic
Look like I put knots in my wallet
I'm clocking them dollars It's not a deposit don't call up the gang
I'm balling I'm probably the hardest regardless of genre
You not on my level
My bracket my scope or my range
I'm never gone change Remember the name
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks Fuck on that hoe from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks You know how we coming We run up them racks
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks Fuck on that hoe from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks You know how we coming We run up them racks
I took the top of the coupe Dropped a few rocks on my wrist
Took a picture to pipe up my views
I call up my partner he looking for choppers
I told him I got him
Just watch how you move
The coppers be watching the crew
Don't come by the spot send a thot to come through
I'm all about dollars
But if it's a problem I solve them
I do trigonometry too
I promise the truth
Nobody fucking with dude And they know I'm the one with the juice
But what's on my hip it shoot more than just six
By the time it go click
It done lifted a nigga and all of his goons
I'm all on the news g did it again
A hit from beginning to end
I fuck her her twin and her friend
Put dick in your bitch she pretend that we kin
I feel like I'm fifty
I'm riffing with many of men
But none of them want it for real
He spoke on my name on that track
And I know it's a fact
That Lil nigga just wanna get killed
He wanted a name won't get a response
I just want the bread
The biscuit croissant
I just want the head
Bitch give me that jaw
Don't look for the bed Bitch get in the car
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks fuck on that ho from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks you know how we coming we run up them racks
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks fuck on that ho from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks you know how we coming we run up them racks
I'ma just run up them racks
Stack after stack I blow rack after rack
And go make it right back
Make hit after hit
I be too lit too legit I can't quit
Keep a tool in my fit
The truth I be it
Maneuver with shooters This who I be with
Manure the shit
Confuse them with goofies you stupid little niggas will truly be missed
Go google it if
You think it's a game
Don't ever reach for the chain
I'll leave you with pieces of brain
All over the floor
Shorty look good but I know she a whore
I gored her before
I score and I score
Bucket for bucket I feel like I'm James
Harden or Worthy it's really the same
No worries I'm Gervin got ice in my veins
Little lights in my chain
I spike up the price if you like it
Then drop a few racks on the track
Put g nice with your name
It's a hit I can bet it
Get it you got it I'm cocky My pockets so brollic
Look like I put knots in my wallet
I'm clocking them dollars It's not a deposit don't call up the gang
I'm balling I'm probably the hardest regardless of genre
You not on my level
My bracket my scope or my range
I'm never gone change Remember the name
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks Fuck on that hoe from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks You know how we coming We run up them racks
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks Fuck on that hoe from the front to the back
I'ma just run up them racks You know how we coming We run up them racks
I took the top of the coupe Dropped a few rocks on my wrist
Took a picture to pipe up my views
I call up my partner he looking for choppers
I told him I got him
Just watch how you move
The coppers be watching the crew
Don't come by the spot send a thot to come through
I'm all about dollars
But if it's a problem I solve them
I do trigonometry too
I promise the truth
Nobody fucking with dude And they know I'm the one with the juice
But what's on my hip it shoot more than just six
By the time it go click
It done lifted a nigga and all of his goons
I'm all on the news g did it again
A hit from beginning to end
I fuck her her twin and her friend
Put dick in your bitch she pretend that we kin
I feel like I'm fifty
I'm riffing with many of men
But none of them want it for real
He spoke on my name on that track
And I know it's a fact
That Lil nigga just wanna get killed
He wanted a name won't get a response
I just want the bread
The biscuit croissant
I just want the head
Bitch give me that jaw
Don't look for the bed Bitch get in the car
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Writer(s): Gregory Kittrell
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