Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - Joey Cool.
Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Song language: English
Hold Up |
K-K-Kato on the track, bitch |
Baby hold up |
Hold the fuck up mane |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna roll up? |
If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna pour up? |
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up |
Act like I ain’t been here, act like I ain’t got peers |
Act like I ain’t been pro now, goin' on 'bout nine years |
Act like they ain’t been toasted, raise up a glass, say cheers |
Ask Mama Coolie, she’ll tell ya, Joey ain’t got no fear |
Trav said I ain’t gotta out-rap, thought for a sec «Yeah I’m 'bout that» |
Bar after bar, bar is amazed, shit don’t sell, it’s a mousetrap |
I ain’t even been up out the house yet |
I ain’t even get up off the couch yet |
My girl in here naked |
I ain’t finna make it to the soundcheck |
Ask B. Hood 'bout Joe Cool |
Ask Marley Young 'bout Joe Cool |
'bout Joe Cool |
Back when I was living in the goat, fool |
Last summer I was at Noble |
Malibu coast, they know you? |
Bitch don’t know what I go through |
Duck down, nigga, don’t pause through |
Ask California 'bout Joe Cool |
Ask Atlanta 'bout Joe Cool |
Ask Arizona 'bout Joe Cool |
Ask Montana 'bout Joe Cool |
Which one of y’all finna roll up? |
Which one of y’all finna pour up? |
Back, back, homie, you don’t know us |
Strange gang, bitch, where we go up, up, up |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna roll up? |
If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna pour up? |
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up |
Act like y’all ain’t heard Out There |
Act like y’all ain’t heard Opus |
Act like we ain’t really out here |
Act like I ain’t been focused |
Act like we ain’t got clout here |
Like we ain’t ahead of you jokers |
Act like we ain’t been around here |
'Bout damn time y’all done woke up |
Act like I ain’t been hard, nigga |
Act like I don’t spit bars, nigga |
Act like I ain’t tour Planet |
Yeah, gotta mingle with the stars, nigga |
Pull up in an all-black car nigga |
Jetpack all on that dark, nigga |
Act like y’all ain’t heard this nigga |
Act like y’all ain’t heard this nigga |
Acting like I ain’t 13 |
But I’m murdering chess after, mother sure thing |
On the verge of verging to burst 'cause I be searching |
For a way to keep the gig goin' off but it ain’t working |
Lurking, learning, observing and then emerging |
Giving 'em more of what they be deserving |
First things first, I ain’t going out 'til anybody heard about the kid |
That be switching this shit up like it is Kyrie Irving |
Eating a beat and proceeding to feed an abomination |
Sneaking and creeping and leave 'em in pieces |
Like Jesus, you see this? |
He feasting and beasting |
And everyone who in his way believe it, we’ve seen it |
He’s been an oddity, anomaly, a prodigy |
He’s stopping the monstrosity called mumble-ology |
Apologies, I’m tired of all the comedies who wanna be’s |
So I say- |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna roll up? |
If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna pour up? |
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna roll up? |
If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up |
Hold up, hold up |
Which one of y’all finna pour up? |
Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up |