Hold Something

(альбом: Web Life (Volume II) - 2018)

[TEC:]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, turn up, turn up
Yeah, ooh, ooh

We gon' pull up with them poles, let 'em hold something
Nigga feel like he want smoke, let me know something
When we catch him, we gon' bless him like his nose running
Finesse came with a whole hundred, no stock but I'll fold something
Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something
Money I drop on an opp, let 'em hold something, yeah
Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something
Money I drop on an opp, let 'em hold something

Whole lot of bodies, whole lot of homis, whole lot of rap guns
Never spare nothing
Bitch, I'm out the nation like I'm Farrakhan
One up on Lil Lu, I pile on you and shoot the fat one
I'ma pull up shooting everyone
With this drum, could produce an album, yeah
Cut my dog, fuck that talking, bitch, go smoke something
That was 1 o'clock, nigga's body dropped around 4 something
Scope something
Came with the knife, poke something
I got the driver, his loads coming
We pull up and rob all the dope from 'em, yeah
We do this shit with no effort
And it ain't shit you could tell us
Booked up on shows, we don't look at the schedule
Do this for Zo, I'ma bring 'em that pressure, yeah
Diamonds in my Rollie bezel
All of these hoes make me feel like Hugh Hefner
I'm on gelato, shit strong as Brock Lesnar
K and a nine on me, no German Shepard, no
I fell in love with that Wockhardt
Had to sneak me a pint through the airport
'Fore I pour it out, I'll go to jail for it
Walking through TSA, always paranoid
They say my pockets on steroids
Big ass house, Uncle Elroy
I declare war, ain't no fair warning
Niggas know we coming, just prepare for it

We gon' pull up with them poles, let 'em hold something
Nigga feel like he want smoke, let me know something
When we catch him, we gon' bless him like his nose running
Finesse came with a whole hundred, no stock but I'll fold something
Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something
Money I drop on an opp, let 'em hold something, yeah
Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something
Money I drop on an opp, let 'em hold something

[Dave East:]
Whole lot of robberies
We want them chains, then rings, and we want them watches
Not just a rapper, niggas is actors, need to go get 'em an Oscar
I jump out and hit 'em in Prada
Couple young dread niggas with me like Shottas
Get hit with this drum, you might lose a lung
It's gon' be too late for a doctor
Too late for a nurse
Told mama I'm sorry, I used to take change out her purse
Eat up like mob, if he gotta die, my niggas arranging it first
Catch a body, take a Vegas trip
Lately I been in the latest shit
If you ain't with it, why you say this shit?
That's a free body, they ain't pay him shit
Throw it at him, let him hold something
Back and forth, I'm a roadrunner
She sniff a lot, it got her nose running
You say my name, a hundred hoes coming
You say my name, the plug pulling up
I smuggled her out while you with a cup
You can't come around, you ain't hood enough
Do this for the set, yeah, my hood is up
I dropped a backend on some ice
That's your wife, she come around me, I would've fucked
Came up off a package, I'm with an actress
You can't believe Meagan Good with us
I got a thing for them blue strips
I fell in love with them bands
I don't know who got a problem
I pulled up with a hundred poles in the van

[TEC:]
We gon' pull up with them poles, let 'em hold something
Nigga feel like he want smoke, let me know something
When we catch him, we gon' bless him like his nose running
Finesse came with a whole hundred, no stock but I'll fold something
Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something
Money I drop on an opp, let 'em hold something, yeah
Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something
Money I drop on an opp, let 'em hold something

AR-15 with the beam, a big old something
Rocking lecture or check through the bitch, I'll explode something, boom
Heard you ratting, lil' nigga, you told something
Four-five under my coat, something
Tried to run, I took his soul from him