Hol Up ft. Bravothewoe Lyrics

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 fuck 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 fuck, 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