Fold Em Up (feat. Man M, Ht7, White Noise & M3 Beatz)

Fold em up Got a storm brewing in my cup Need the coins, imma run it up Bring it back, finna boss it up Yeah imma boss it up Hold it up The backends clean, tryna say wassup Pull it back, action f*ck it up Lacking cash, but that’s over us I’m sayin f*ck with us New guitar cost about a couple thou This beat wild so I’m asking M3 how Squeezing out the cash like we’re tryna milk a cow Think we got another sound, freshest out of any town Fresher than your local clown Bred a storm, we’ll run em out Moving forward with no doubt From the north but now we south Country shit Keep the lambo, I got the camel Devil can’t catch me Keep the doe, I don’t need ammo I’ll just fast g Sweeping the desert Qerba on my shoulder Feeding on the culture beaming at night Oh it’s getting colder Gas in the trunk, everybody vibin' Gas in the trunk, everybody ridin' Moonshine drunk uh Gun shots, everybody hiding Everybody riding, tents are rising Tea is on the pot, Bedouin wilding Bitch I got them goats, so I’m thriving Playing on your thinking I’m the market Middle eastern so I hit that target Oil money, who’s funny, no honey Dope tracks, big packs, big stacks Yeah that’s the target, khalas Listen The consequence of my confidence My accomplishments, smooth as moccasins That's the obvious, I ride rocketships But I'm no economist, I know a lot of this I keep promises, you make abolishments Promise me you'll be on my side, you're my remedy I'll spread your message like peanut butter, celery There's no jealousy, I just know I'm superior You try to break me, but can't get past my exterior You see me goin brainless, my fridge is on stainless It's better livin shameless, you tend to lose your patience I know you, you'll never be on the A-list Halftime, hot take, hot garbage I could put all of your thoughts in a cartridge I've waited for one to take these bars out of storage I'm a bear man, that's my porridge Fold em up Got a storm brewing in my cup Need the coins, imma run it up Bring it back, finna boss it up Yeah imma boss it up Hold it up The backends clean, tryna say wassup Pull it back, action f*ck it up Lacking cash, but that’s over us I’m sayin f*ck with us Hoppin' off the mustang We been steady working coming up man Yeah yeah Using more of my brain 6 shooter in my holster, it provide pain Yeah yeah Run up on my gang oooh You might make this choppa sang Yeah yeah BRED got too much sauce We might f*ck around and leave a stain Upgrade new coupe carriage with a white horse Purring at night love the sound when it ride sports BRED gang everything what we live by boy Rifle on my side, at night we hunt who’s gonna ride boys Fuckin' up the berg we ain’t performed yet BRED from New York to California This town ain’t big enough for the two of us I hear you always talkin' shit Don’t make me run up in my pickup truck