Mayne, Hol Up
Hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
(I make my fuckin' music for the boys with the O's)
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
(The old school pros and the strip club hoes)
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, syrup in the cup
Nigga, I'm from Texas that's why I don't give a fuck (Hol' up)
Money gettin' longer, lookin' like my hair
Cuttin' niggas off 'cause they couldn't keep it playa
Smoke up in the air, weed up on the scale
Shout out to the plug 'cause he feed a nigga well (Hol' up)
I done made more plays then Shakespeare
I don't ever act, 'cause I know them lames will
Mayne, everybody fake, I can read 'em like a page
Y'all fuckin' with my energy, I clear it with the sage
We got Trump from president, that shit was a mistake
But, at least we got a meal of how America taste
One thing I despise is a grown ass liar
In a world full of fakes I'm the only real survivor
My ambitions as a rider is to do what I desire
Anybody incompliant, I quickly take it to violence, nigga
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) (Yea) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up, hoes got me fucked up
Just because I fucked, don't mean I tryin' to cuff (Hol' up)
I ain't with the boo life, I want a new life
And motherfuck them blue life's, they don't do right
R,I.P. to the Pimp, I can't kick it with simps (Mayne)
Why you talkin' to a shark, when you swimmin' with shrimps? (Mayne)
Why these niggas actin' like some bitches in here?
Losses turn to lessons, I'm a winner, forreal
And I don't know, where to go anymore (Go, go)
Who to trust? I don't know
Is he friend? Is he foe? Leave me 'lone
I'ma playa and mac, and they don't like that
If shawty conversation wack, then I won't write back
Thought my niggas in my circle would do right for me
But, when it's said and done' some won't even fight for me
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
(Make my fuckin music, make my fuckin music, make my fuckin)
(I make my fuckin' music for the boys with the, old school)
(Make my fuckin, make my fuckin, make my fuckin, make my fuckin)
(I make my fuckin' music, boys with the O's, boys with the)
(Make my fuckin', boys with the, make my fuckin', boys with the)
(I make my fuckin' music, boy, boys with the O's, O's)
(I make my fuckin', strip club, I make my fuckin', strip club)
(I make my fuckin' music, boy, boys with the, old school)
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
(I make my fuckin' music for the boys with the O's)
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
(The old school pros and the strip club hoes)
Mayne, hol' up, mayne, hol' up
Mayne, hol' up, syrup in the cup
Nigga, I'm from Texas that's why I don't give a fuck (Hol' up)
Money gettin' longer, lookin' like my hair
Cuttin' niggas off 'cause they couldn't keep it playa
Smoke up in the air, weed up on the scale
Shout out to the plug 'cause he feed a nigga well (Hol' up)
I done made more plays then Shakespeare
I don't ever act, 'cause I know them lames will
Mayne, everybody fake, I can read 'em like a page
Y'all fuckin' with my energy, I clear it with the sage
We got Trump from president, that shit was a mistake
But, at least we got a meal of how America taste
One thing I despise is a grown ass liar
In a world full of fakes I'm the only real survivor
My ambitions as a rider is to do what I desire
Anybody incompliant, I quickly take it to violence, nigga
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) (Yea) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up, hoes got me fucked up
Just because I fucked, don't mean I tryin' to cuff (Hol' up)
I ain't with the boo life, I want a new life
And motherfuck them blue life's, they don't do right
R,I.P. to the Pimp, I can't kick it with simps (Mayne)
Why you talkin' to a shark, when you swimmin' with shrimps? (Mayne)
Why these niggas actin' like some bitches in here?
Losses turn to lessons, I'm a winner, forreal
And I don't know, where to go anymore (Go, go)
Who to trust? I don't know
Is he friend? Is he foe? Leave me 'lone
I'ma playa and mac, and they don't like that
If shawty conversation wack, then I won't write back
Thought my niggas in my circle would do right for me
But, when it's said and done' some won't even fight for me
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
Mayne, hol' up (Mayne) mayne, hol' up (Hol' up)
(Make my fuckin music, make my fuckin music, make my fuckin)
(I make my fuckin' music for the boys with the, old school)
(Make my fuckin, make my fuckin, make my fuckin, make my fuckin)
(I make my fuckin' music, boys with the O's, boys with the)
(Make my fuckin', boys with the, make my fuckin', boys with the)
(I make my fuckin' music, boy, boys with the O's, O's)
(I make my fuckin', strip club, I make my fuckin', strip club)
(I make my fuckin' music, boy, boys with the, old school)
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Writer(s): Christopher Amponsah
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