Hol Up (feat. Bravothewoe)
Hold up
Bro just scored on the pints so you know we finna po' up
Shawty can't hold her drank so that bitch finna throw up
Bitch only be on my face cause she know im finna go up
Hold up
Turn a fuck boy into a wallet lil nigga finna fold up
Nigga be pushin' that heavyweight, call it a boulder
Hold up
If shawty act right put a Prada bag right on her shoulder
Yeah, we got V8 turbo, no we not whippin' no 'rolla
We on his head, he better get back
Pack just came in, we finna flip that
Count Benjamins, all we do is get racks
Off of that X, pop em like Tic Tacs
She want some sex, I'm finna hit that
Came with the blicks, we finna split that
We never gon' miss, we always gon' get that
Shots to his stomach, give him a six pack
That nigga a bitch and you gotta admit that
Whip out that dick and you know she gon' lick that
Tell that lil boy to come get his lil lick back
Pussy real tight, so you know I'm gon' rip that
Glock got a kick, so you know I'm gon' grip that
He tried to push up and buddy got sent back
I got that shit that'll make you go sit back
That shit was trash, I don't know why he sent that
Bro steady sippin' drank, he cannot quit that
Came with a mini drake, it got a kickback
No, you can't come this way, we cannot kickback
Got no time to play, I really been that
Get up out the the way, pedal I hit that
Chain like Minute Maid, she really dig that
Bro just got a Wraith, he got the tint black
Stupid little bitch got a go, had to switch that
Yuh
Come get your bitch back
That boy wanna go talk to that shit I told him, come get his bitch back
Mad ass hoe she all in my face I told that lil hoe sit back
Hit that boy with a big ass stick I told that boy "get your lick back"
Hell yeah, boy, get your lick back
Talk that shit, I drop them big racks
Drop them big racks on his head
Keep quiet them niggas fed
Movin slowly, pourin' red
All them niggas shootin' lead
Not giving a fuck, I don't care what you said
I just want the money, yeah
Count up the fetty, I told her I'm ready That lil bitch open up her legs
Ran him down, gun to his head Glock 9 put the boy right to bed
Bring all them hoes to the section like yeah
I got all the pounds, I got all the meds
Bad lil bitch and I left her on read
Read deal devil, all red dreads
Murder the bitch, hit me a lick
You know that I'm in it, you know that I'm sick