Hol On Lyrics

Hold on

Gang gang gang

Every opp shot, everything dead hold on, hold on

Hold on

Wait, wait, wait wait wait

Wait hold on, hold on

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

No, hold on wait

Why he gripping that gun, that nigga bitch he ain't finna' do nothing

And I swear on my mother might pop me a opp ain't no talking no ain't no discussion

Don't you talk on my name

Cuz' I got a clip for your head and your cousin

And I got me a drake

That shit don't be singing it got to be bussing

Like the fuck is he running, he better get low he better get ducking

These niggas be bluffing, put them in a blunt get to the puffing

That shit got him jumping, five-fifty six it aim at his stomach

Like where your gun, Lil' boy be talk come show me something

Fuck all those niggas I keep that shit on me

Not growing grass for no snake

Say fuck it and rip a nigga got him twitching don't give a fuck bout his day

Hop in we slide, we taking his friends and everybody in his space

Gang gang gang

And they know that a nigga been toting on this fucking K

Letting it go

That's shots at his brain

I'm getting that choppa' you know I don't miss these bullets finna' fucking trace

Letting it go

That's shots at his brain

Gang gang gang

Say fuck it and rip a nigga got him twitching don't give a fuck bout his day

Why he gripping that gun, that nigga bitch he ain't finna' do nothing

And I swear on my mother might pop me a opp ain't no talking no ain't no discussion

Don't you talk on my name

Cuz' I got a clip for your head and your cousin

And I got me a drake

That shit don't be singing it got to be bussing

That shit don't be singing it got to be bussing