Hol' Up

Yeah Yeah Hol' up bitch Writing to me like you got income bitch This a wound you can not fix with a stitch Imma run up in the summer To another lover who can love a stunner Took you a while to get it in your head Got me running ahead How I be winning and winning and winning and winning and winning and winning But winded yet still winning this bread I could never forget The day you told me I was the cream of the crop Filling my ego I pop Off on these fools and I cock Back and I fire a shot Yeah I'm a jack in the box Gill's on a hill and I'm not No this ain't no disaster I could own this world without ya Forget all of those late night chats yeah Why you posting with a Matt black lambo in the back With 5, 6, 7 stacks Acting like it's yours Who you trynna rick roll Dreaming of your new rolls That's not how the dice rolls Telling me we could work it out with a long distance relationship Nah bitch, tripping on some space station shit I'll be on the ground playing playstation six And I don't know why you Keep coming back when you're lonely I got better things to hang on to I got things to prove Uh yeah Hol' up bitch Writing to me like you got income bitch This a wound, you can not fix with a stitch Imma run up in the summer To another lover who can love a stunner Took you a while to get it in your head Got me running ahead How I be winning and winning and winning and winning and winning and winning But winded yet still winning this bread And after all that, you still here Writing to me like you got ink um bitch This a wound, you can not try stitch Imma run up in the summer To another lover who can love a stunner Do you get it yet I've been ahead You can watch me take every slice of this bread