Hold Me Down

(الألبوم: Gangsta Art - 2022)

Who made this shit?
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the
Me and Mozz' gon' ride (Yeah)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Duffy doing too good, niggas stealing my sauce
Told my bitch, "It don't get no better than this"
Forty for a verse, I want fifty for a brick
I know, I know
I ain't stopping shit 'til my niggas all home

Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick
And you'll never hear the truth on my hurt, bitch
First off, fuck what I'm doing for mine
How much that purse cost?
Fuck who I put in that house, how much you worth dawg?
It's a couple Ms around this bitch
And I got enough water to drown this bitch
Youngin from the bottom, get it popping
Kept it solid, he the one now
Came from being stressed out, I'm having fun now
Right knee, bro ain't had a license, he was nineteen
And I gotta take the blame for it
I was thinking Hellcats, they thinking Range Rovers
And I ain't gotta sell weight, bitch, 'cause my name hold it
Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb'
Just me and Ardie talkie
Can't look me in my face and tell me hoes ain't sick
Realest shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit"

For all my niggas I miss looking down on me proud
Still throwing fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas acting like they still fucking with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride with' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house

Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I don't trust nobody
Riding with that stick, yeah, got to keep it by me
Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me
It's a couple killers in this section, we wilding
They try to hold me back, keep trying
Shout out to them niggas, homie tell 'em, "Stay solid"
Pull up in that all black, bitch, we sliding
Only hang with tens, pretty bitches, we vibing
Yeah, first off, when my brother went down, had to get my work off
Twenty bands the deposit, that's what the purse cost
Forty-two for a pound, that's what that work cost
Yeah, bitches don't stop
We was getting money off of hard rock
'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now
Bitch, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now

For all my niggas I miss looking down on me proud
Still throwing fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas acting like they still fucking with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride with' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house