Hold On (Bday Talk)

Hold on damn I'm turnt
Fuck nigga we don't do the he say she say
Run a nigga down broad day, no relay
Skrrt, just burned out on the E-way
Hold on, good dope get burned
Roll it up, glock 9 on my side at the speedway
All the pretty girls got a nigga on replay
Everyday feel like a real nigga Bday

I been my bag for minute
Northside living still see the wheels spinning
Freak hoes still being hoes for a penny
Anything goes we'll blow about the business
These ABC rap niggas, ain't spitting
But I wanna see everybody winning
I'm vibing, niggas always gone envy
But he better not come with the tension
Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa, Nah I'm just playing
Well I might not be but I'm just saying
Stepping on shit like we marching in a band
We about whatever, might take a soul for the cheddar
If a rat we won't let 'em
Come round the gang or the steppers
He better get it together
We don't foolishness but this shit might get foolish
Big bro always walk with his tooly
Feel like Beethoven the way I'm orchestrating scenes off my lyrics & music
This shit got a nigga like

Hold on damn I'm turnt
Fuck nigga we don't do the he say she say
Run a nigga down broad day, no relay
Skrrt, just burned out on the E-way
Hold on, good dope get burned
Roll it up, glock 9 on my side at the speedway
All the pretty girls got a nigga on replay
Everyday feel like a real nigga Bday



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Writer(s): Darian Buggs
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