Hollup

Riding down your block with the tool
Imma have to hit you, you a fool
Imma have to hit you, you a fool
Imma have to hit you with this tool (Aye aye)

Hold up yeah I need some space
Cause I'll put this indie 5-0 to your face
I ran out of gas, they replace the tank
Got kicked out of class, they fucked up my name
Then fucked up the game, you know who to blame
It's Major lil bitch, do not fuck with the tres
I hopped out the box with no need to trace
I made it to star without leaving a trace
If anyone asks I work minimum wage
You keep it on hush then I'm getting us paid
I hit us a lick and that's just one for the gang
Oh, you niggas can't tell I don't bang
My hands cannot find in yo rings
I'm making them jog at my pace
Do you even know what I'm saying?
No Danny uknowwhatimsayin?

Back up, sit down
Back up, sit down
Back up, sit down
Back up, sit down
Racks up, sticks out
Pack it up, get out
Stack it up, 10 pounds
Hunnit shots, get down
Knife on the AK, call that old school
Heard a lil nigga talking shit, that some old news
Keep coming back like he think imma fold soon
Heat his ass up like a bowl of some cold soup
Love me the bank, it's the place that I go to
My mouth rich, gold tooth
Strapped with Nikon, nigga better hold still
Check, it's your move (Bitch)

I need me some new kicks
And got me a virus from tryna download this drum kit
I'm doing some new skits, new things
Those thing you ain't even come close seeing yet
You doing some lame shit, pussy boy shit
I'm chilling and not gonna worry bout it
How the fuck this bitch ain't wearing no mask
Won't hesitate to hit his face in
New whip with bad posture
Mess around you get sent to a doctor
Norman, I'm killing these walkers
Don't trip, you gon' see what it cost ya
Gordon, I whip it like pasta (Woo)
If you slide, then you better come proper
On time, i'm cleaning ya roster
Wrong side, ain't permanent you just live in a hostel
Okay