Hold Up (Bust Down Mix) ft. Triple Villon Lyrics

Bust down bitch, this a bust down

Had to ice out the watch, it's a flood now

All you niggas never gave a fuck before

Same niggas all on my dick now

Steppin through this bitch

While you tip toeing shit, we ain't coming unless they got all my cash fees

Do you niggas really think you fucking with us?

Hahaha bitch laughing emoji

I be like

Hold up, hold up, hold up

They be mad when we

Roll Up, roll Up, roll Up

Make these dudes wanna

Glow up, glow up, glow up

Got them sick they be really wanna

Throw up, throw up, throw up

Bust down bitch get ya bands up

Niggas talking shit scared to put them hands up

That's your nigga you gone have to pick ya man's up

So what I got a gun too bitch, and what?

And I talking bout Le Kid when I tell that lil bitch, boy you pussy as shit

Nigga man up (Hold up)

I be taking down shots of the brown, round after round till a nigga barely standing up (Hold up)

I be so fucked up that the ugly bitches in the mother fucker look sexy as fuck

Face down bitch with your ass up

Till I bust down, bitch pull my pants up

All my real live bitches get ya hands up

And all my real live niggas get ya hands

And if you getting money nigga leave ya hands up

And if you're broke then nigga get ya bands up

You know I show out, every time I show up

Niggas want smoke but they never roll up

Bitch and my stack is so fat it don't fold up

Holla at me when your lil money grow up

I be like

Hold up, hold up, hold up

They be mad when we

Roll Up, roll Up, roll Up

Make these dudes wanna

Glow up, glow up, glow up

Got them sick they be really wanna

Throw up, throw up, throw up

Bust down bitch man I'll break ya neck

Niggas be sleeping on my couch tryna fuck my ex

I only fuck with real niggas, man fuck the rest

Broke bitches fold like pretzels, I don't mix my checks

Fuck out my way, you is all on my body

I donate my hoes to Salvation Army

Out of good will, I let you have my sloppies

You want bitches that done choked on my cocky?

Get it? Get it through your fitted

Niggas is not as fly as me, you a spirit

Niggas be calling these fake hits from a cricket

I cook these niggas, then fry they ass on a skillet

I don't really fuck with bitches

So get the hit the fucking pound

I call you John Wayne Gacy

You a fucking clown

Bury a nigga body, make you never found

And you a pussy ass bitch, so get the fuck from round me lil bitch

I be like

Hold up, hold up, hold up

They be mad when we

Roll Up, roll Up, roll Up

Make these dudes wanna

Glow up, glow up, glow up

Got them sick they be really wanna

Throw up, throw up, throw up