Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - Yung Bans. Album song MISUNDERSTOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Foundation
Song language: English
Hold Up |
Hold up, hold up, hold up |
Uh, uh, uh, uh |
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch |
Shut your mouth and drink my kids |
Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss |
Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss |
Hold up, lil' bitch, I don’t want you, lil' bitch |
I ain’t cuffin' no shit, you belong to this dick (Wheezy outta here) |
Fame got you ridin' a carriage |
Pull up right now and embarrass you, yeah |
All of these sticks, I’m a terrorist |
Your boyfriend a bitch, I’ma scare him, yeah |
Nut in the ho, end your marriage |
She for the gang and we sharin' her |
The stones in my ear are three carats (Gunna) |
Niggas talk, remind me of a parrot (Carats) |
I’m in that zone, I put that shit on |
They try figure out what I’m wearing (Oh) |
Fly like a drone, go shop at Patrón |
Hit Barneys right after the Jeffery (Yeah) |
Addicted to clothes, I dress up at home |
She give me her dome, YSL on the throne (Yeah, Wheezy outta here) |
Hold up, woah, hold up (Hold up) |
Whole lot of cash, we got bricks, bucks |
You got the back in that Lambo truck |
Hold up, hold up (Hold up) |
I went and got in my bag, yup |
Play with them slimes, we’ll smash you (Wheezy outta here) |
Hold up, hold up, hold up |
Uh, uh, uh, uh |
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch (Yeah) |
Shut your mouth and drink my kids (Yeah, yeah) |
Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss (Woo) |
Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss (Woo) |
Hold up, hold up, hold up |
Uh, uh, uh, uh |
I caught a body, I killed all the oppies |
I dress in hibachi, I done robbed my papi |
I sold him some soap and I told him it’s molly |
Automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty |
I drip in Off-White, clean up with no spotties |
I got a Spyder, my idol was Spikey (Wheezy outta here) |
Fuck with it, whackin', went been caught a body |
I bury him alive in the back of the Swats |
Bitches perform in the line, it’s a spot |
Murk him and let him sit down and just rot |
Shot up his coupe and we shot up the shop |
I don’t care 'bout no court, I don’t care 'bout no cops |
(Wheezy outta here) |
He dead on the scene, my niggas bang green |
Commited lil' bitches, they down for the team |
Racks in, packs in, OMG |
It’s slatt, these niggas know OLP |
Young nigga came in with a MAC-10 |
Serve 'em through the back then |
Yeah, I got the packs in, go get the backend |
Break the bitch back in |
I ain’t gotta run off, nigga, that was back then |
Hold up, hold up, hold up |
Uh, uh, uh, uh |
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch |
Shut your mouth and drink my kids |
Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss |
Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss |