Young Thug & Gunna & Yung Bans - Hold Up (2019)

Текст песни Young Thug & Gunna & Yung Bans - Hold Up

Intro:
Hold up
Wheezy outta here
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Uh, uh, ooh

Chorus:
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' hoe might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

Verse 1:
Hol' up, lil' bitch, I don't want you, lil' bitch
I ain't cuffin' no shit, you belong to this dick
Wheezy outta here
Thing got your body in a bag
Pull up right now, I'm impressed, yeah
I left the sticks on my terrace
Yeah, boyfriend a bitch, I'ma scare him, yeah
Nut in your hoe, end your marriage
She fucked the gang, I'ma share her

Verse 2:
Stones on my hand, I take care (care)
Niggas talking about me, I'm prepared (prepared)
I'm in that zone, I put that shit on
They tryna figure out what I'm wearing (oh)
Fly like a drone, go shop in Patron
They point us right at the jail (yeah)
Addicted to clothes, I dress up my hoes
They give me her dome, while I sit on her throne (yeah)

Pre-Chorus:
(Wheezy outta here)
Hol' up, woah, hol' up
Whole lotta gas, we got bricks, bucks
You left that bank in a lambo, trucks
Hol' up, hol' up
I went and got in my bag, yup
Play with my slimes, we gon' smash it up
(Wheezy outta here)
Hol' up, hol' up, Hol' up

Chorus:
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' hoe might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

Verse 3:
Woo
I caught a body
I killed all the oppies
I dress and heard Bochie
I didn't love my papi
I sold him some soap man, I told him it's molly
Automatic the coupe, automatic the shorty
I drip in all white, can't look with no spotties
I gotta spider, my idle is spiking
(Wheezy outta here)
Fuck with the wagon, can't mingle nobody
I bury him now, in the back of the Swat
18 perform and the line is so spotty
Merc them and let them sit down and just ride it
Shot up his coupe and I shot up the shop
I don't care about no cool, I don't care about no cops
(Wheezy outta here)

Chorus:
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' hoe might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up