Hold Up

Hold up, roll some
We like 3 deep, with like 4 guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stack tall, can't fold none, shit
I'm like hold up, roll some
We like 3 deep, with like 4 guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stack tall, can't fold none

It's Lil Braindead, tryna take bread
Just hope my man get through the night dog
Yeah, I'mma ride for, anything I muhfucking slide for
I'mma die for, I'm still out here getting faded
Niggas know I never hated
Sliding through the bity wit' a lil bitch from Takada
Tryna line a nigga, say he out here getting paper
So you know we at his door
But we ain't knocking nigga, neighbors?
Yeah, yeah, I'm the man, you can see it in my face
Yeah, yeah, Russian Jew up in the court, I beat the case
Yeah, yeah, know a nigga by his rep, ain't no mistake
If it's ever time to eat you know I'm out here taking plays

Hold up, roll some
We like 3 deep, with like 4 guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stack tall, can't fold none, shit
I'm like hold up, roll some
We like 3 deep, with like 4 guns
I might pop that, then I po' some
And I stack tall, can't fold none, uh

Flipping work, fill my pockets to make my bitches twerk
Went berserk on that block, you pussies was hitting dirt
There ain't no future in fronting, I'm stunting at it's best
The villain, ain't no S up on my chest
Seen that I was on the wrong path, said "Fuck it"
And I just went ahead
Anything for getting bread
Fuck niggas that sing to feds
Spitting lead, revolver barrel's spinning like a break dancer
My nigga, take chances
Smoking Newies like a nigga tryna get cancer
In the key for smacking bitch niggas like you
RIP Big Dana P, I sleep with my rifle
Only got two questions
Why they took my nigga Yams
And why these bitches so spiteful, Dolla

Meet the active bitch and only fuck once, the fucks up
I'm uplifting to the gangsters and the goons
Always got the blicky on me
Something safe, you can assume
When the moon come, then the fangs show