Hold Up
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⏱️ 4:11 duration
🆔 ID: 46772
📜 Lyrics
Lego, okay
Bitch I'm me, American gangsta
Weezy F Baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
Shoot ya in ya halo, shoot ya like Halo
New Orleans a-hole, Frio, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like qualo's, bald like gay hoes
Weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9's, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It's back to pickin' cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
I'mma east side damu, deep water shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
Tunechi
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Mannn, we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haha
Maannn, bitch I'm Streets, I rep that east
Gi-gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in the grease
Kush in the sweets, ya bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission complete
Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with imitations
Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations
I don't play games, niggas simulation
Which one of y'all niggas say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out it
That's word to the glock... glock in the sock
Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock
Hold up
Uh, married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And she came with problems, fuck it that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uh, based on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain't even 2 story's
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm yeah
Re-real nigga university, Alumni
Just checked my watch and that bitch say it sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well it's my spokes person
Uh, grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money and the power
Send my B's at ya like a motherfuckin' flower
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Mannn, we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haha
Bitch I'm me, American gangsta
Weezy F Baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
Shoot ya in ya halo, shoot ya like Halo
New Orleans a-hole, Frio, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like qualo's, bald like gay hoes
Weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9's, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It's back to pickin' cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
I'mma east side damu, deep water shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
Tunechi
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Mannn, we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haha
Maannn, bitch I'm Streets, I rep that east
Gi-gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in the grease
Kush in the sweets, ya bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission complete
Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with imitations
Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations
I don't play games, niggas simulation
Which one of y'all niggas say ya 'bout it?
It's a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out it
That's word to the glock... glock in the sock
Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock
Hold up
Uh, married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And she came with problems, fuck it that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uh, based on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain't even 2 story's
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm yeah
Re-real nigga university, Alumni
Just checked my watch and that bitch say it sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well it's my spokes person
Uh, grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money and the power
Send my B's at ya like a motherfuckin' flower
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Mannn, we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haha
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.64] Lego, okay
[00:11.55] Bitch I’m me, American gangsta
[00:14.45] Weezy F Baby, born in a manger
[00:17.68] Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger
[00:20.33] Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
[00:23.26] Shoot ya in ya halo, shoot ya like Halo
[00:26.15] New Orleans a-hole, Frio, Fuego
[00:29.27] All about my bread like bagels, they know
[00:32.43] I’m raw like qualo’s, bald like gay hoes
[00:35.14] Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes
[00:38.06] Spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s
[00:41.17] Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
[00:43.81] It’s back to pickin’ cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
[00:47.03] I’mma east side damu, deep water shamu
[00:50.15] Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
[00:53.14] Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
[00:55.97] Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
[00:58.75] Tunechi
[00:59.88] Hold up
[01:01.58] Hold up
[01:03.77] Wait a minute
[01:04.63] Hold up
[01:07.15] Hold up
[01:09.82] Mannn, we hustle till night fall
[01:12.05] Party till sunlight
[01:13.75] Guns in the boxes
[01:14.99] Don’t make this a gun fight
[01:16.77] Fuck them other niggas
[01:18.03] I fuck them niggas bitches
[01:19.47] Benadryl shit
[01:20.75] Trigga finger itchin’
[01:22.46] And we hustle till night fall
[01:24.08] Party till sunlight
[01:25.62] Guns in the boxes
[01:26.94] Don’t make this a gun fight
[01:28.52] Fuck them other niggas
[01:29.93] I fuck them niggas bitches
[01:31.36] Benadryl shit
[01:32.66] Trigga finger itchin’
[01:34.18] Hold up
[01:35.77] Hold up
[01:37.83] Wait a minute
[01:40.26] Hold up
[01:42.56] Hold up
[01:44.78] Haha
[01:45.52] Maannn, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that east
[01:49.04] Gi-gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease
[01:51.98] Kush in the sweets, ya bitch in the sheets
[01:54.84] I fucked that bitch, mission complete
[01:57.93] Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
[02:01.08] I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations
[02:04.11] Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations
[02:06.77] I don’t play games, niggas simulation
[02:09.81] Which one of y’all niggas say ya ’bout it?
[02:13.26] It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out it
[02:15.95] That’s word to the glock… glock in the sock
[02:18.63] Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock
[02:21.56] Hold up
[02:22.95] Uh, married to the money, you welcome to the reception
[02:26.06] And she came with problems, fuck it that’s my step sons
[02:29.36] Sleepin’ in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
[02:32.32] And I keep the toast, turn yo ass to bread crumbs
[02:35.47] Uh, based on a true story
[02:37.96] I got a million flows, they ain’t even 2 story’s
[02:41.12] Sleepin’ on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn
[02:44.15] Shoot down the early bird and that’s how I get the worm yeah
[02:47.42] Re-real nigga university, Alumni
[02:50.36] Just checked my watch and that bitch say it sometimes
[02:53.28] She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul searchin’
[02:56.46] And they say money talks, well it’s my spokes person
[02:59.15] Uh, grab a star from the sun roof
[03:02.06] I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
[03:05.06] Yeah, Young Money and the power
[03:07.55] Send my B’s at ya like a motherfuckin’ flower
[03:10.66] Hold up
[03:11.72] Hold up
[03:13.67] Hold up
[03:15.86] Wait a minute
[03:16.60] Hold up
[03:19.75] Hold up
[03:21.25] Mannn, we hustle till night fall
[03:23.97] Party till sunlight
[03:25.58] Guns in the boxes
[03:26.85] Don’t make this a gun fight
[03:28.64] Fuck them other niggas
[03:29.84] I fuck them niggas bitches
[03:31.40] Benadryl shit
[03:32.74] Trigga finger itchin’
[03:34.24] And we hustle till night fall
[03:35.76] Party till sunlight
[03:37.33] Guns in the boxes
[03:38.76] Don’t make this a gun fight
[03:40.35] Fuck them other niggas
[03:41.73] I fuck them niggas bitches
[03:43.16] Benadryl shit
[03:44.65] Trigga finger itchin’
[03:46.05] Hold up
[03:47.58] Hold up
[03:49.68] Wait a minute
[03:51.93] Hold up
[03:53.77] Hold up
[03:55.96] Haha
[03:58.26]
[00:11.55] Bitch I’m me, American gangsta
[00:14.45] Weezy F Baby, born in a manger
[00:17.68] Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger
[00:20.33] Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
[00:23.26] Shoot ya in ya halo, shoot ya like Halo
[00:26.15] New Orleans a-hole, Frio, Fuego
[00:29.27] All about my bread like bagels, they know
[00:32.43] I’m raw like qualo’s, bald like gay hoes
[00:35.14] Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes
[00:38.06] Spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s
[00:41.17] Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
[00:43.81] It’s back to pickin’ cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
[00:47.03] I’mma east side damu, deep water shamu
[00:50.15] Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
[00:53.14] Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
[00:55.97] Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
[00:58.75] Tunechi
[00:59.88] Hold up
[01:01.58] Hold up
[01:03.77] Wait a minute
[01:04.63] Hold up
[01:07.15] Hold up
[01:09.82] Mannn, we hustle till night fall
[01:12.05] Party till sunlight
[01:13.75] Guns in the boxes
[01:14.99] Don’t make this a gun fight
[01:16.77] Fuck them other niggas
[01:18.03] I fuck them niggas bitches
[01:19.47] Benadryl shit
[01:20.75] Trigga finger itchin’
[01:22.46] And we hustle till night fall
[01:24.08] Party till sunlight
[01:25.62] Guns in the boxes
[01:26.94] Don’t make this a gun fight
[01:28.52] Fuck them other niggas
[01:29.93] I fuck them niggas bitches
[01:31.36] Benadryl shit
[01:32.66] Trigga finger itchin’
[01:34.18] Hold up
[01:35.77] Hold up
[01:37.83] Wait a minute
[01:40.26] Hold up
[01:42.56] Hold up
[01:44.78] Haha
[01:45.52] Maannn, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that east
[01:49.04] Gi-gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease
[01:51.98] Kush in the sweets, ya bitch in the sheets
[01:54.84] I fucked that bitch, mission complete
[01:57.93] Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
[02:01.08] I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations
[02:04.11] Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations
[02:06.77] I don’t play games, niggas simulation
[02:09.81] Which one of y’all niggas say ya ’bout it?
[02:13.26] It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out it
[02:15.95] That’s word to the glock… glock in the sock
[02:18.63] Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock
[02:21.56] Hold up
[02:22.95] Uh, married to the money, you welcome to the reception
[02:26.06] And she came with problems, fuck it that’s my step sons
[02:29.36] Sleepin’ in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
[02:32.32] And I keep the toast, turn yo ass to bread crumbs
[02:35.47] Uh, based on a true story
[02:37.96] I got a million flows, they ain’t even 2 story’s
[02:41.12] Sleepin’ on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn
[02:44.15] Shoot down the early bird and that’s how I get the worm yeah
[02:47.42] Re-real nigga university, Alumni
[02:50.36] Just checked my watch and that bitch say it sometimes
[02:53.28] She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul searchin’
[02:56.46] And they say money talks, well it’s my spokes person
[02:59.15] Uh, grab a star from the sun roof
[03:02.06] I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
[03:05.06] Yeah, Young Money and the power
[03:07.55] Send my B’s at ya like a motherfuckin’ flower
[03:10.66] Hold up
[03:11.72] Hold up
[03:13.67] Hold up
[03:15.86] Wait a minute
[03:16.60] Hold up
[03:19.75] Hold up
[03:21.25] Mannn, we hustle till night fall
[03:23.97] Party till sunlight
[03:25.58] Guns in the boxes
[03:26.85] Don’t make this a gun fight
[03:28.64] Fuck them other niggas
[03:29.84] I fuck them niggas bitches
[03:31.40] Benadryl shit
[03:32.74] Trigga finger itchin’
[03:34.24] And we hustle till night fall
[03:35.76] Party till sunlight
[03:37.33] Guns in the boxes
[03:38.76] Don’t make this a gun fight
[03:40.35] Fuck them other niggas
[03:41.73] I fuck them niggas bitches
[03:43.16] Benadryl shit
[03:44.65] Trigga finger itchin’
[03:46.05] Hold up
[03:47.58] Hold up
[03:49.68] Wait a minute
[03:51.93] Hold up
[03:53.77] Hold up
[03:55.96] Haha
[03:58.26]