CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hold On Wait
Intro:
Ay what the f**k is really wrong with n***as
n***as really forgot who started this [?]
Traphouse Mob
This is a Melo Beat
9 shots in the Ruger, I step on the court they like watch the shooter
Chorus (Rah Swish):
Hop out, sliding
And we gon hit that, split that, rip that
Cops out, sirens
Check where the grip at, ain't with the chitchat
Ain't no hiding
Bullets gon flip that, clip that, sit back
Why they lying
Where is your blick at [?]
Hold on, wait
Hop out, sliding
And we gon hit that, split that, rip that
Cops out, sirens
Check where the grip at, ain't with the chitchat
Ain't no hiding
Bullets gon flip that, clip that, sit back
Why they lying
Where is your blick at [?]
Verse 1 (Curly Savv):
b*t*hes on me like
Hе need a green light
Shoot out the car, early
Aim for the three stripеs
Won't stop til he scream out
Laying on the floor til he bleed out
Call up the opps
Like n***a now we up
Go get your homie
He got left on the bleachers
We f**ked up his face wit these bullets
And left all the shells on his sneakers
Boy you a bum get a feature
You couldn't hang wit me neither
I bought the glizzy [?]
Verse 2 (Rah Swish):
Boy you forgot who I am
I put these n***as on
Dumb b*t*h got me f**ked up
get back since we had him running and then he got f**ked up
Send shots out the whip, throw out the blick
Brodie got hit but he lucked up
same b*t*h that you cuffing be over here getting it sucked up
Hoping that they pick a side wit it
Hop out and I'm letting it fly wit it
Tell Coach he got hit in his thigh wit it
Keep it on you but you could still die wit it
Ay what the f**k is really wrong with n***as
n***as really forgot who started this [?]
Traphouse Mob
This is a Melo Beat
9 shots in the Ruger, I step on the court they like watch the shooter
Chorus (Rah Swish):
Hop out, sliding
And we gon hit that, split that, rip that
Cops out, sirens
Check where the grip at, ain't with the chitchat
Ain't no hiding
Bullets gon flip that, clip that, sit back
Why they lying
Where is your blick at [?]
Hold on, wait
Hop out, sliding
And we gon hit that, split that, rip that
Cops out, sirens
Check where the grip at, ain't with the chitchat
Ain't no hiding
Bullets gon flip that, clip that, sit back
Why they lying
Where is your blick at [?]
Verse 1 (Curly Savv):
b*t*hes on me like
Hе need a green light
Shoot out the car, early
Aim for the three stripеs
Won't stop til he scream out
Laying on the floor til he bleed out
Call up the opps
Like n***a now we up
Go get your homie
He got left on the bleachers
We f**ked up his face wit these bullets
And left all the shells on his sneakers
Boy you a bum get a feature
You couldn't hang wit me neither
I bought the glizzy [?]
Verse 2 (Rah Swish):
Boy you forgot who I am
I put these n***as on
Dumb b*t*h got me f**ked up
get back since we had him running and then he got f**ked up
Send shots out the whip, throw out the blick
Brodie got hit but he lucked up
same b*t*h that you cuffing be over here getting it sucked up
Hoping that they pick a side wit it
Hop out and I'm letting it fly wit it
Tell Coach he got hit in his thigh wit it
Keep it on you but you could still die wit it
