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sharrpyy - holdd upp lyrics

[intro]
aye aye aye aye aye ayeeeeee

[verse 1: sharrpyy]
real n-gga i was born for this sh-t
you a f-ck n-gga you was born to be a snitch
spike tarantino how we shootin them clips
heard yo new sh-t a flop music trash as sh-t
lotta money yea we baggin it
gotcho b-tch in the bag and sh-t
glad bags yo b-tch trash as sh-t
frontin hoe she a actress b-tch
lotta money n-gga play for the jazz
rookie of the year gotta get to that cash
f-ck a masi ima hop in dat jag
got blue cheese so i hop in dat bag
i got the bands on me she just a fan on me
diamonds too water like they came out the sea
pour a four on the chain diamonds wet like fiji
countin money so they see me
you a wanna be wanna be me
in love wit the money like kiki
lean got me outer sp-ce like e.t
she a thot she a free skee
lil uzi wit a big beam nah we ain’t sendin no shots at yo knees
hunnit round drum hit a n-gga in his spline

{hook 1:]
oooh holdd upp flippin them packs and thats back to back
f-ckin yo b-tch in the back of the bach countin blue cheese
and im doin the math doin the math
oooh holdd upp you a broke boi you ain’t countin no racks
n-gga f-ck school still doin the math n-gga f-ck 12 bentley
coupe im doin the dash

[verse 2: sharrpyy]
bentley coupe im speed racin
stars in the chain she star gazin
can’t breath lotta blue faces
lawyers wit me yea we beat cases
broad day we gone slide wit the glock
you a f-ck n-gga you could get yo -ss popped
three o how we sendin them shots
big 30 got reach like a mop
steph curry how we shootin
yo ole girl gimme brain like she clueless
been had the money you n-ggas is clueless
groupie b-tch dont want you she choosin, thot
oooh holdd upp you ain’t talkin money needa stop it
im the boss lil n-gga you flockin
took yo b-tch p-ssed dat hoe like a bopit

[hook 2:]
oooh holdd upp lotta money n-gga play for the jazz
rookie of the year gotta get to that bag
you a broke boi you ain’t countin no racks
oooh holdd upp i got the bandz on me she just a fan on me
diamonds too water like they came out the sea
you ain’t talkin money we can’t even speak

[verse 2: rk3saucyy]
we can’t even speak
rk3 and i hop on the beat, hop on the beat
she a skee so she all on my d, shes like a leech
her -ss fat and its shaped like a peach, i wanna piece yeahhh oooh holdd upp pastoo laid em down now ,he dead
why you snitchin we dont talk to no feds
f-ck 12 wish dem n-ggas was dead
oooh holdd upp i hit dat lil b-tch right in yo bed
dats yo b-tch why she givin me head
talkin sh-t i dont care what you said
oooh holdd upp rookie of the year im not talkin trippie redd
cashed out bought my mama a benz
prayed to god and i did what i said
oooh holdd up i got the drip and its all on my neck
walk with a limp cause i carry a tech
nike on me cause im chasin a check
oooh holdd upp you ain’t got the money so why do you flex
robbed his -ss now he callin he stressed
blocked a n-gga so i ain’t get no text
oooh holdd upp real n-gga so im not like the rest
n-ggas slow cause he be actin sped
but he quick when dat beam at his head

- sharrpyy lyrics

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