fbg duck - hold up lyrics
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
i’m off a four, got me slowed up
tryna bend a b+tch 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+ck he thought he was doin’?
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
i dumped that b+tch, 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+tch 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+tch 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+ggas dirty
tryna creep, better hurry
p+ssy n+gga 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+tch 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+ck he thought he was doin’?
back out the county, you know where to find me
my n+ggas 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+ggas 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+ggas be p+ssy
think i ain’t no k!ller? come in and push me
i’m ballin’ on n+ggas, can’t f+ck with these rookies
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
i swear on my soul these n+ggas 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+tch 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+ck he thought he was doin’?
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