Hold Up

Hold up Stop the music I gotta chopper And i’m not afraid to use it Uh huh Pull up on him have him saying hallelujah Ain’t gone say it im gone up it & just do it NIIKKEEEEE Rock the glock witta white tee Aye Mind my business I be sipping on my tea Hold up Aye Wait Bitch listen Gotta lie to bitches Cause these bitches get to tripping Gotta lotta bitches Acting like i’m tryn get with em Gotta lotta n*ggas Acting like they gotta issue I be honda bipping Inna whip I gotta pistol All my diamonds shining You get blinded by the crystals I’m the bomb like Osama Bitch I been a missile I be dripping Copping Kappa Y’all be cops and cappers Y’all relaxing I be spazzing Im the rotten apple Got ambition and motivation A whole lotta of ammo Like spaghetti I got them Os You already know The machete chopping the blow It’s hard as ready yo I’m rey be next to blow I’m on the radio The confetti fell like the snow She dancing for the dough Aye She a thot She a f*ck you for them bucks What She a bucket She a f*ck you just for nothing She a bitch She act like she aint a trick She a trick She hoppin in & out of whips She a hoe She a f*ck you & ya bro He a snake Act like he aint even know She a smut Taking pictures in your clothes Shit aint goodie Why she still rocking your hoodie You a dummy Got you out here looking funny I aint cruddy I aint gone say no names Imma sip my tea And imma just stay in my lane Aint got alot to lose But i gotta whole lot to gain