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Dylan Matthew

Hold Up

 

Hold Up


[Tanner Fox:]
(Your girlfriend had a way better verse than you)
Hey everyone um...
Uh I just wanna du-uh, talk...
God, shut up!

Pull up, in a new whip
2k17
Your mama thinks I am the shit
Back on my grind, back up you're behind
Four cars, two grades back
Forming whips I do not like
Dollar signs tend to attract
Only 17, now stay on beat
Only private cars, how fucking neat
Only 30 rights, in his little feet
Only Fox fam get the fuck receipt
Hold up, gonna new B
Genie in a bottle
Go ahead and make a wish

Take a shot out of known
Break that shiny phone
Keemstar fetch that bone
Throw it and you know I hit it home (hold up)
Dibs get them digits (hold up)
Squad messing with fidgets (hold up)
Only ones that did this (hold up, hold up, hold up)

[Dylan Matthews:]
Hold up, show up, go up, we're blowing up
Hold it down for the town, sneak around
That townies now
Got the crown for the crowd
They scream out, I love this sound
So hold up, hold up, hold up, we're going up

[Tanner Fox:]
Take a shot out of known
Break that shiny phone
Keemstar fetch that bone
Throw it and you know I hit it home (hold up)
Dibs get them digits (hold up)
Squad messing with fidgets (hold up)
Only ones that did this (hold up, hold up, hold up)

[Dylan Matthews:]
Okay, okay, okay
This the shit make you go crazy
Got some girls in my DM's and they calling me, baby
Got some change in my pocket, call Uber eats, I'm lazy
Sick and tired of hearing your name out on the pavement
So you ain't invited
Please get out of my way when I'm sliding
Just wait till' my record goes down
And I'm in the hills driving and whips out a mileage
You seeking attention
But fuck with your act and I mention
I'll teach you a lesson
Put you in detention

[Tanner Fox:]
Take a shot out of known
Break that shiny phone
Keemstar fetch that bone
Throw it and you know I hit it home (hold up)
Dibs get them digits (hold up)
Squad messing with fidgets (hold up)
Only ones that did this (hold up, hold up, hold up)

[Dylan Matthews:]
Hold up, show up, go up, we're blowing up
Hold it down for the town, sneak around
That townies now
Got the crown for the crowd
They scream out, I love this sound
So hold up, hold up, hold up, we're going up
[x2]

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