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Hold Up

 

Hold Up

(album: Different Personalities - 2015)


Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm off a four, got me slowed up
Tryna bend a bitch over like yoga
But she cannot spend the night over
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
He tried to creep through the hood
We caught him creepin through the hood
Bow, fuck he thought he was doin'?

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I dumped that bitch, I don't want her back
She calling me, I don't call her back
I'm tryna give someone they daughter back
I smoke out the ounce, you smoke quarter sacks
I keep that bitch on me, I never lack
12 pulled me over while I was strapped
Woo, I threw that shit like a quarterback
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm off the shit, never sober
Your bitch a thot and I know her, ayy
She gave me head on the sofa, ayy
Blood got me leaning over, ayy
Run up on me, your life over, ayy
Best believe when this 7 up
Boy, you gon' get popped like a soda, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Broski just bought a new .30
He tryna do niggas dirty
Tryna creep, better hurry
Pussy nigga we ain't worried
What makes you think that we worried?
Run up on me and get burried
My shooters on point like they Irving

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm off a four, got me slowed up
Tryna bend a bitch over like yoga
But she cannot spend the night over
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
He tried to creep through the hood
We caught him creepin through the hood
Bow, fuck he thought he was doin'?

Back out the county, you know where to find me
My niggas is grimey, St. Lawrence behind me
I just popped a xanny, I know they can't stand me
So many blunts in me, hold up let me finish
Wake up with the .30, I sleep with the nit
Beam on the mac, guarantee it's a hit
He tryna to creep but we spotted him
Bro put that Glock to him
Let off them shots and they mist
Ayy, ayy, ayy
My niggas started this
We still got them bumpers
Run up and I'm dumping
It's nothing to pop a zit
Not with that talking shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You know where there's money at
Run up like you Robin and get smoked with this Joker
I bet you ain't coming back, he where J-Money at
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I swear on my soul these niggas be pussy
Think I ain't no killer? Come in and push me
I'm balling on niggas, can't fuck with these rookies
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I swear on my soul these niggas be telling
I know you know I caught another case
So if I see the jakes I gotta bail it, ayy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'm off a four, got me slowed up
Tryna bend a bitch over like yoga
But she cannot spend the night over
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
He tried to creep through the hood
We caught him creepin through the hood
Bow, fuck he thought he was doin'?

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