Hol Up (feat. Bravothewoe)

Hold up Bro just scored on the pints so you know we finna po' up Shawty can't hold her drank so that bitch finna throw up Bitch only be on my face cause she know im finna go up Hold up Turn a f*ck boy into a wallet lil nigga finna fold up Nigga be pushin' that heavyweight, call it a boulder Hold up If shawty act right put a Prada bag right on her shoulder Yeah, we got V8 turbo, no we not whippin' no 'rolla We on his head, he better get back Pack just came in, we finna flip that Count Benjamins, all we do is get racks Off of that X, pop em like Tic Tacs She want some sex, I'm finna hit that Came with the blicks, we finna split that We never gon' miss, we always gon' get that Shots to his stomach, give him a six pack That nigga a bitch and you gotta admit that Whip out that dick and you know she gon' lick that Tell that lil boy to come get his lil lick back Pussy real tight, so you know I'm gon' rip that Glock got a kick, so you know I'm gon' grip that He tried to push up and buddy got sent back I got that shit that'll make you go sit back That shit was trash, I don't know why he sent that Bro steady sippin' drank, he cannot quit that Came with a mini drake, it got a kickback No, you can't come this way, we cannot kickback Got no time to play, I really been that Get up out the the way, pedal I hit that Chain like Minute Maid, she really dig that Bro just got a Wraith, he got the tint black Stupid little bitch got a go, had to switch that Yuh Come get your bitch back That boy wanna go talk to that shit I told him, come get his bitch back Mad ass hoe she all in my face I told that lil hoe sit back Hit that boy with a big ass stick I told that boy "get your lick back" Hell yeah, boy, get your lick back Talk that shit, I drop them big racks Drop them big racks on his head Keep quiet them niggas fed Movin slowly, pourin' red All them niggas shootin' lead Not giving a f*ck, I don't care what you said I just want the money, yeah Count up the fetty, I told her I'm ready That lil bitch open up her legs Ran him down, gun to his head Glock 9 put the boy right to bed Bring all them hoes to the section like yeah I got all the pounds, I got all the meds Bad lil bitch and I left her on read Read deal devil, all red dreads Murder the bitch, hit me a lick You know that I'm in it, you know that I'm sick