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Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I'm off a four, got me slowed up Tryna bend a b*t*h over like yoga But she cannot spend the night over Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up He tried to creep through the hood We caught him creepin through the hood Bow, f**k he thought he was doin'? Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I dumped that b*t*h, I don't want her back She callin' me, I don't call her back I'm tryna give someone they daughter back I smoke out the ounce, you smoke quarter sacks I keep that b*t*h on me, I never lack 12 pulled me over while I was strapped Woo, I threw that sh*t like a quarterback Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I'm off thе sh*t, never sober Your b*t*h a thot and I know hеr, ayy She gave me head on the sofa, ayy Blood got me leanin' over, ayy Run up on me, your life over, ayy Best believe when this 7 up Boy, you gon' get popped like a soda, woo Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Broski just bought a new .30 He tryna do n***as dirty Tryna creep, better hurry Pu**y n***a we ain't worried What makes you think that we worried? Run up on me and get burried My shooters on point like they Irving Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I'm off a four, got me slowed up Tryna bend a b*t*h over like yoga But she cannot spend the night over Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up He tried to creep through the hood We caught him creepin through the hood Bow, f**k he thought he was doin'? Back out the county, you know where to find me My n***as is grimey, St. Lawrence behind me I just popped a xanny, I know they can't stand me So many blunts in me, hold up let me finish Wake up with the .30, I sleep with the nit Beam on the mac, guarantee it's a hit He tryna to creep but we spotted him Bro put that Glock to him Let off them shots and they mist Ayy, ayy, ayy My n***as started this We still got them bumpers Run up and I'm dumpin' It's nothin' to pop a zit Not with that talkin' sh*t Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy You know where there's money at Run up like you Robin and get smoked with this Joker I bet you ain't comin' back, he where J-Money at Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I swear on my soul these n***as be pu**y Think I ain't no killer? Come in and push me I'm ballin' on n***as, can't f**k with these rookies Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I swear on my soul these n***as be tellin' I know you know I caught another case So if I see the jakes I gotta bail it, ayy Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I'm off a four, got me slowed up Tryna bend a b*t*h over like yoga But she cannot spend the night over Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up He tried to creep through the hood We caught him creepin through the hood Bow, f**k he thought he was doin'?
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