Hold Up ft. RAH Lyrics

Red light, red light, red light

Yea

Ayyeee

Yea

Yea

Yea

I'm outside with my dogs like Cruella de Vil

These Pinocchio hoes don't know how to be real

She said she thought I stayed up on Capital Hill

The way I'm always walking around with them Bills

Feel like a Giant or Titan, but ain't no attack

I'm back in my bag like the mf map

They say where you been at

Nasty where's the new track

Give me a sec, that's a lot to unpack

Aye I'll admit

I prolly should just commit

Because they keep telling me I'm the shit

And she with what I'm with

She said she tryna match like a fit

Thinking I'll probably take what I get

That's that probably shit

Nah that's comedy bitch

I'm on honesty, I'll never policy switch

They say you keep going like this, you'll get tired of this shit

I just tell them probably, probably

Aye, probably not lil hoe

I might just run up in your spot lil hoe

She make it wiggle in a squat jello

Then she make it dribble drop it on me

Pop it on me

I sing and I rap and I come with them slaps

If she got a fat ass, she get tapped like an app

Yea he said he want smoke, where he at, google map em

He talking that talk, off the top, yea he capping

Fuck that chittin and chattin, young nasty be snappin

I smoke on that gas, leave your left lung collapsed

Nah I'm kidding, I'm playing, my nigga relax

See I used to be violent, I'm bout to relapse

When you speaking to me watch yo tone tho

She gone arch it up, I call her Joan ho

Shawty blow it like it's a trombone

Get that liq in my system, and get in my zone

I'm finna float, because I'm flyer than most

My lil dime gon get ate, she a meal like a oat

I might cop her a choker then bust down her throat

Make her wet for one night, bitch I feel like lil boat

If I said it, then why is you playing with me hoe

If I said it I meant it, I already spoke

Because I wouldn't have said shit about what I ain't know

Talking bout maybe if, bitch it's probably no

Talk about roc and they talk about goat

Talking bout love and I'm talking bout no

U keep the kitty girl I want yo soul

Different caliber my izm so cold

Feelin like Galaga every shot is a hit

Audio crack come get you a fix

Water and oil it really don't mix

Knew she was a soldier she holding the blick

I keep me a bunny who finessing tricks

She give me a cut like katana

Niggas pillow talking it's so sad I think that they needed a reminder

Paper the motive her forehead Rihanna

Give me the brain asap like a scholar

This bitty so cold where you find her

How she make this bread off virginerr

Big back yeah I'm lifting weight

Big racks, building an estate

Kidnap, this nine in your face if you ever wanna try to play wit the name

Only fam no we not a gang but if you want smoke it can be arranged

King of the jungle said fuck being tame, I'm back in my lane Still spittin flame

We are not the same nigga