HOLD UP
I came back stronger, big dick longer
Bitch got mad, but I really don't want her
I got five, but I told them ten
Not that high, but I'm going in
People get mad that I'm faded
People be jaded, really they hate it
Not to be played with, all of you suckers is tasteless
I don't be fucking with vagrants
I don't be paying no mind (huh)
If I get lost, you won't find (huh)
Stay with the talk and I'm balking the rhyme
Ain't hard to find, I'm the talk of the town
Roll in a four-door with a four-four
So you know that I'm loco, oh
Why I got more than a broke hoe
When the joke blow so cold, when I spend my dough
She want a little bit of drink, a little bit of weed
Little bit of bank, little bit of me
Little bit of everything that a player got
So I gotta get a lot of those pre-played teams
Never been a sucker, never been a bitch
Ask a motherfucker who the fuck I'm is
Cuffing a chick so thick that the ass gon' really just make me sick
I ain't gotta flash my cash
Never run around with all my chains on
Keeping a stack and stash
Pushing that gas, you know it's game on
Theme song when I'm dancing
Playing my fame, gone with those antiques
She don't ask me if I'm fancy
'Cause she know Dyce a romantic
Hold up, what's up, baby, what's the deal?
Hold up, you know I got it, what it is?
Hold up, you know I'm trying to put you on
Hold up, so go ahead, hang the phone
Hit up Dyce, what's the mood?
What's the word? What's the plot? Skrt
What you like? What you want first?
Put me on, I'm hungry, man, I'm thirsty
Bourbon in my body plus a dub
Burberry all my brother white
Squad, tough bars, buff, it's nothing
I ain't getting left out the discussion
I'm the motherfucker that they fuck with
Ain't no radio when I'm in public
I see tapes, the only thing I fuck with
White collar, only thing I fuck with
My team, the only team I fuck with
Function in a stump, we got it bumpin'
Little feuder, got the duper thumpin'
Fuck up my face if you had an assumption
That way, me never that I'm a lad with a passion to be a better me
World say that I did things in the past
That I try to mask all as a dream
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Hold up, what's up, baby? What's the deal?
Hold up, you know I got it, what it is
Hold up, I know you tryna put me on
Hold up, get the bag and then I'm gone
Hold up, what's up baby, what's the deal?
Hold up, you know I got it, what it is?
Hold up, you know I'm tryna put you on
Hold up, so go on ahead, hit my phone
Bitch got mad, but I really don't want her
I got five, but I told them ten
Not that high, but I'm going in
People get mad that I'm faded
People be jaded, really they hate it
Not to be played with, all of you suckers is tasteless
I don't be fucking with vagrants
I don't be paying no mind (huh)
If I get lost, you won't find (huh)
Stay with the talk and I'm balking the rhyme
Ain't hard to find, I'm the talk of the town
Roll in a four-door with a four-four
So you know that I'm loco, oh
Why I got more than a broke hoe
When the joke blow so cold, when I spend my dough
She want a little bit of drink, a little bit of weed
Little bit of bank, little bit of me
Little bit of everything that a player got
So I gotta get a lot of those pre-played teams
Never been a sucker, never been a bitch
Ask a motherfucker who the fuck I'm is
Cuffing a chick so thick that the ass gon' really just make me sick
I ain't gotta flash my cash
Never run around with all my chains on
Keeping a stack and stash
Pushing that gas, you know it's game on
Theme song when I'm dancing
Playing my fame, gone with those antiques
She don't ask me if I'm fancy
'Cause she know Dyce a romantic
Hold up, what's up, baby, what's the deal?
Hold up, you know I got it, what it is?
Hold up, you know I'm trying to put you on
Hold up, so go ahead, hang the phone
Hit up Dyce, what's the mood?
What's the word? What's the plot? Skrt
What you like? What you want first?
Put me on, I'm hungry, man, I'm thirsty
Bourbon in my body plus a dub
Burberry all my brother white
Squad, tough bars, buff, it's nothing
I ain't getting left out the discussion
I'm the motherfucker that they fuck with
Ain't no radio when I'm in public
I see tapes, the only thing I fuck with
White collar, only thing I fuck with
My team, the only team I fuck with
Function in a stump, we got it bumpin'
Little feuder, got the duper thumpin'
Fuck up my face if you had an assumption
That way, me never that I'm a lad with a passion to be a better me
World say that I did things in the past
That I try to mask all as a dream
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Okay, bitch
Hold up, what's up, baby? What's the deal?
Hold up, you know I got it, what it is
Hold up, I know you tryna put me on
Hold up, get the bag and then I'm gone
Hold up, what's up baby, what's the deal?
Hold up, you know I got it, what it is?
Hold up, you know I'm tryna put you on
Hold up, so go on ahead, hit my phone
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Writer(s): Austin Smith
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