Lyrics Hol Up - Şevin

Hol Up

Yeah
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
Them demons just don’t want it
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
Yuh
Them demons just don’t want it want it
For real
Ay
Beyond fly gang cuz this a whole different level
Mob ties mane
We trip for sho' with the devil
And uh
They mad at us my clique is on with the fedo
I’m saved and tatted up like a liquor sto' in the ghetto
Hell is the dwelling
I’m from the wretched side
Where don’t no one tell 'em because they petrified
You won’t push the pedal don’t disrespect the ride
Why would you bug me bruh?
I’ll push a pest aside (pesticide)
Ain’t nothing but reprobates in the western state
Drive through and order some beef you’ll get an extra plate
In the valley of dry bones we excavate
Where we only get nice homes with section 8
Huh
I used to have crash dummies that mash for me
Now I got a passion for fasting instead of fast money
Before you step to the square you should beware
Cuz my life is something most couldn’t bear…
Like my last honey
Huh
Yeah.
get it?
Bear?
Last honey?
If that went over your head then go back to class dummy
Niggas frontin' like they bang and they slide
But most these niggas claimin' they ride
Ain’t got no gas money
I solemnly swear to keep it a hunnid grand
I was heavy in the dirt like a ton of sand
And I went from idolizing the son of sam
To introducing a lot of guys to the Son of Man
They had some idols
Yeah but this God realer
They tryna put the bible up against all winners
They might as well just lineup for the jigsaw killer
Or put that GEICO lizard up against Godzilla
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
I tell the devil hol up
Them demons just don’t want it want it
And if they do then we can go up
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
I tell the devil hol up
Them demons just don’t want it want it
And if they do then we can go up
Tell the devil hol up like the word of God
To keep the sky from falling to earth
Cuz he do a perfect job
And keeping guys from falling to turf
And fighting cursing the odds
Most never experience only heard of God
The streets is like a mother that kiss you with cold sores
You thinking that it’s love til you’re sick to your soul’s core
Get what you want for one minute then no more
When the law come and get you they end it with cold floors
Killers run from demons don’t get punked to believin'
The junk that they speak in the function
Till they punished deceivin'
The toughest of heathens are bustas
When it come to the kingdom of evil
So it’s a must that we summonin' Jesus
Dome shot
He got buried with a part in his head
A fly suit but it don’t matter that you’re sharp when you dead
You a spy in the skies like a NARC for the FEDS
So let the Lord blow your cover like a fart in the bed
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
I tell the devil hol up
Them demons just don’t want it want it
And if they do then we can go up
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
I tell the devil hol up
Them demons just don’t want it want it
And if they do then we can go up
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
I tell the devil hol up
Them demons just don’t want it want it
And if they do then we can go up
I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid
I tell the devil hol up
Them demons just don’t want it want it
And if they do then we can go up