Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Up , by - Mr. MarceloRelease date: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold Up |
| Little boys better slow y’all roll |
| Fuck around and get soldier exposed |
| Nigga it’s tragic, soon as I up my plastic |
| Out of my elastic, come in just start blasting |
| Magnolia assassin, yeah that’s me |
| Tuff Guy nationwide wouldn’t put it past me |
| Tried out rapping, nigga you will never out last me |
| Come back and try to dap me, but never out cast me |
| Still look classy, T.V.'s off in the dash |
| Diamond rings around my neck and wrist I still look flashy |
| Busting they ass, slow down he going too fast |
| In a D or Monte with no tints on the glass |
| Hoes reaction, where this nigga popped up from |
| Meca jeans, bout cream, Magnolia son |
| I told y’all boys, fucking with a rolla boy |
| Shake the dice three times, and roll y’all boys |
| We throw y’all boys, you shady, need to roll y’all boys |
| Do it, renew it, come back and entrepreneur it |
| When the gun blast niggas tend to run like fluid |
| Get with it nigga, uh |
| Killas, jackers and robbers, that’s all I know |
| So I could buck like fuck it meet the desperado |
| No role models, I sip hen out the bottle |
| Called a couple of rivals, so I tote a rifle |
| If it’s beef I dog it, fuck it, I did what I had to |
| Ain’t gone say that I was glad, but I damn sure wasn’t mad |
| Bloody a nigga’s shirt, put in a little work |
| Fussing is minimum, fake niggas I’m sending em |
| Caps get peeled is real when I ain’t got to tell you |
| Like don’t you say if you fake I smack you |
| Nigga I dare you, my pistol stay close in hand |
| Red beam on your chest you the chosen man |
| I be the last to stand, but the first to bust |
| Don’t have to worry bout the laws all they seen was dust |
| All black, camouflage hat to the back |
| In case they saw that, I’m reloading my gat |
| Hand it back to my homes smoking kissing my chrome |
| Tell them, thank you much for not missing your dome |
| When it’s on, it’s on and when it’s over, it’s over |
| I run with TRU desperados and uptown soldiers |
| Yeah, real shit, got to love that shit |
| Check it, new millennium |
| (talking with Erica Fox vocalizing) |
| Them Tuff Guys baby, and we busting loose |
| Believe that, staying over the field at all times |
| That new millennium shit, roll with it or get rolled over |
| Y’all niggas better watch out |