Hold Up
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up, you been wantin' it all day from me
Stroking till I buss, she said please don't turn away from me
Bitch we ain't in love, only love it when I hit doggy
She said I'm the one, tell her
Hold up, hold up, bitch
Ya ain't really know me why you
Hold on, hold on
Her man actin' like he know me
Told him show up, show up
Trunk, lookin' like a kitchen
I got long ones, long ones
I need no one, no one
You know you wanted it, plottin' from the beginning
I know you scared to admit it, I know your feelings
Like conversations we skipped it and get to digging
I'm in black coupe full of demons, we keep it spinning
Like I move with precision so don't go and waste my time bitch
Threats over the phone, when I respond the 9 he dialing
Think that I ain't with it, that shit hiding till I slide in
Y'all doggies wilding
Your man's pay checks on my waist
Hundred for the blades
Praying that the jakes don't check my way, got to keep that safe
Hate it when these bitches keep on playin, saying that she late
I hit it, same day I'm out the gate, I don't hesitate
Ex's textin', blowin' up my phone, throwing x and o's
Now I got her switchin' off her clothes, like reciprocals
Flip her, turn her, put in her in a hold, she ain't lettin' go
Buss another load, just give me throat, give me cervical
Like give me what I need, nah I ain't askin' for it
She a mixed breed, her face local, but that ass is foreign
Tote a Michael Jordan, 23-inches of steel I'm storing
Swing it, have it soaring, to your neck, news, get your face reported
These city rappers say don't sleep on me
Dawg, you can catch me snoring
Fuck all that actin', all that cappin', no I can't be for it
I'm playin patient, we gown make it, no exaggeration
O six on my chain, come try and take it leave you lacerated
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up, you been wantin' it all day from me
Strokin' till I buss, she said please don't turn away from me
Bitch we ain't in love, only love it when I hit doggy
She said I'm the one, tell her
Hold up, hold up, bitch
Ya ain't really know me why you
Hold on, hold on
Her man actin' like he know me
Told him show up, show up
Trunk, lookin' like a kitchen
I got long ones, long ones
I need no one, no one
Fili doggy outta Sharjah, no I can't love ya
Shopping buyin' fakes out in Wahda, now my fit thousands
They say they with you, waitin', preying on you
Can't show love they hate out of fear
Used to keep them in the front
Now I'm leavin' them in the rear
Tryna make changes, no really
Doubled, a hundred, from 50
Upgrade my blade to a glizzy
I'll dodge a Jake, chase a millie
Right through your fade, hit your brain
If you playin', doggy get busy
Strict stayin' straight to my lane
Tryna feed everyone with me, I'm stayin' clear
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up, you been wantin' it all day from me
Stroking till I buss, she said please don't turn away from me
Bitch we ain't in love, only love it when I hit doggy
She said I'm the one, tell her
Hold up, hold up, bitch
Ya ain't really know me why you
Hold on, hold on
Her man actin' like he know me
Told him show up, show up
Trunk, lookin' like a kitchen
I got long ones, long ones
I need no one, no one
Got you pullin' up
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up, you been wantin' it all day from me
Stroking till I buss, she said please don't turn away from me
Bitch we ain't in love, only love it when I hit doggy
She said I'm the one, tell her
Hold up, hold up, bitch
Ya ain't really know me why you
Hold on, hold on
Her man actin' like he know me
Told him show up, show up
Trunk, lookin' like a kitchen
I got long ones, long ones
I need no one, no one
You know you wanted it, plottin' from the beginning
I know you scared to admit it, I know your feelings
Like conversations we skipped it and get to digging
I'm in black coupe full of demons, we keep it spinning
Like I move with precision so don't go and waste my time bitch
Threats over the phone, when I respond the 9 he dialing
Think that I ain't with it, that shit hiding till I slide in
Y'all doggies wilding
Your man's pay checks on my waist
Hundred for the blades
Praying that the jakes don't check my way, got to keep that safe
Hate it when these bitches keep on playin, saying that she late
I hit it, same day I'm out the gate, I don't hesitate
Ex's textin', blowin' up my phone, throwing x and o's
Now I got her switchin' off her clothes, like reciprocals
Flip her, turn her, put in her in a hold, she ain't lettin' go
Buss another load, just give me throat, give me cervical
Like give me what I need, nah I ain't askin' for it
She a mixed breed, her face local, but that ass is foreign
Tote a Michael Jordan, 23-inches of steel I'm storing
Swing it, have it soaring, to your neck, news, get your face reported
These city rappers say don't sleep on me
Dawg, you can catch me snoring
Fuck all that actin', all that cappin', no I can't be for it
I'm playin patient, we gown make it, no exaggeration
O six on my chain, come try and take it leave you lacerated
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up, you been wantin' it all day from me
Strokin' till I buss, she said please don't turn away from me
Bitch we ain't in love, only love it when I hit doggy
She said I'm the one, tell her
Hold up, hold up, bitch
Ya ain't really know me why you
Hold on, hold on
Her man actin' like he know me
Told him show up, show up
Trunk, lookin' like a kitchen
I got long ones, long ones
I need no one, no one
Fili doggy outta Sharjah, no I can't love ya
Shopping buyin' fakes out in Wahda, now my fit thousands
They say they with you, waitin', preying on you
Can't show love they hate out of fear
Used to keep them in the front
Now I'm leavin' them in the rear
Tryna make changes, no really
Doubled, a hundred, from 50
Upgrade my blade to a glizzy
I'll dodge a Jake, chase a millie
Right through your fade, hit your brain
If you playin', doggy get busy
Strict stayin' straight to my lane
Tryna feed everyone with me, I'm stayin' clear
I know that you think of me
Got you pullin' up, you been wantin' it all day from me
Stroking till I buss, she said please don't turn away from me
Bitch we ain't in love, only love it when I hit doggy
She said I'm the one, tell her
Hold up, hold up, bitch
Ya ain't really know me why you
Hold on, hold on
Her man actin' like he know me
Told him show up, show up
Trunk, lookin' like a kitchen
I got long ones, long ones
I need no one, no one
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