Hol' on

Ok, hol' that's my song bitch turn it up
I know the Opp niggas mad that it's us when the 4.5 roll then your ass better duck
It's been heating up; I know them bluff ass niggas Tryna hang in that cut
Guarantee it's us, when all of them niggas try hop out all masked up
They send the lo, right up the block pop outside we fucking it up
Niggas know they ain't gon slide, cause the last one came through here got crushed
Fuck a description hop in that black truck five percent shit coming in clutch
I know a bad bitch on speed dial that be quick to set you like nigga gang
Hol' up, that's my stomach
Since that pill my shit been rumbling
She better lick for we start fucking
I'm never Trustin gotta watch that bitch I know she up to something nigga

I gotta Glock with a red beam on it bet a young nigga go blind
I'm Tryna put the whole fucking team on but a young nigga choosing sides
Can tell that Lul bitch wan fuck cause you could see it in her eyes
If I don't claim you as my bruddah then you can't hang with the guys
Uh, pop a x I'm ready
And my new hoe calls me daddy
He wan box I knock him out like rocky but my aim hand steady
In my pocket got a lot of gwop I throw just like confetti
Lot of shit been slow since we lost Vic but bet, we on y'all asses
You touch one of mine then we come get you I can give no passes
Fresh up off that lick where Dat hot car they already know we trashed it
I be fucking different bitches it's not my fault, but your bitch was the baddest
Hunnit grand spent just on cars niggas know we Having
I cannot pay rent for no Lul broad, plus she not a bad bitch
No more paying for shit I can't afford I just brought a bag in
Gucci my cologne mixed with Dior, shit sink in the fabric
I'm at the top Tryna get me another one, in the city they screaming out murder one
Hunnit bands coming I still can see more to come
Grab the chop, load it up, cause I'm ready go dirty one
I be playing around Lemme murder sum
I be playing around like I'm hurt or sum
Tell them young niggas we ain't heard of y'all that's all nigga that's all

Ok, hol' that's my song bitch turn it up
I know the Opp niggas mad that it's us when the 4.5 roll then your ass better duck
It's been heating up I know them bluff ass niggas Tryna hang in that cut
Guarantee it's us, when all of them niggas try hop out all masked up
They send the lo, right up the block pop outside we fucking it up
Niggas know they ain't gon slide, cause the last one came through here got crushed
Fuck a description hop in that black truck five percent shit coming in clutch
I know a bad bitch on speed dial that be quick to set you like nigga gang
Hol' up, that's my stomach
Since that pill my shit been rumbling
She better lick for we start fucking
I'm never Trustin gotta watch that bitch I know she up to something nigga



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Writer(s): Kaleb Hart
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