Hold Up

Hold up, don't stop
You know how we roll, we make em drop
This straight off the dome, straight off the top
My wrist is 2 tone, flooded with rocks
They can't catch me I'll be damned
Bitch don't talk don't make no sound
So much guap I nearly drowned
If you up I take you down
Take yo bitch and make it bounce
Yeah make it bounce
I'mma splurge I put it down
I'mma fuck then smoke that loud
You sending shots I'm sending rounds

I'm out your league, you level 1 I'm max prestige
She ride the D, she wanna fuck then ride with me
Yeah that's how it be
Step with a stick, fly like a flee
In the SRT
And this shit move fast when you ride with a fiend
I been off that X pill I been driving way too fast
Yo bitch in the back and she been shaking all that ass
You are just a pussy boy you talkin all that cap
My bitch cookin in the kitchen while I'm counting up my racks

Hold up, don't stop
You know how we roll, we make em drop
This straight off the dome, straight off the top
My wrist is 2 tone, flooded with rocks
They can't catch me I'll be damned
Bitch don't talk don't make no sound
So much guap I nearly drowned
If you up I take you down
Take yo bitch and make it bounce
Yeah make it bounce
I'mma splurge I put it down
I'mma fuck then smoke that loud
You sending shots I'm sending rounds

Bad bitch have my baby yeah
Fuck all the opps can't take me yeah
Smokin the za like alien
My bitch is bad Albanian
I'm way too fly I'm radiant
You just a bum you lazy and
You got no drip no gravy and
I got more wins than Brady yeah
You can't go back
You just a rat and that's a fact
I wear black on black
If you want a hit get me on a track
But you gon need a rack
This shit ain't for free I won't text you back
Bitch I'm finna attack
Triple my bands, then head to the bank

Fuck all of my haters man
Fuck all of my haters man
Yeah, yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Ewan Reddy
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