susta susta (feat. high comish) – hold up lyrics
okay
my mama told me about insubordination
this nation built on the pilgrimage
of the people
some racist
and some people scared
for their life
you could make it
or take a second
maybe roll it back
ain’t no fake sh+t
(susta susta)
welcome
hold up where you at
hold up
hold up
where you at
b+tch
hold up where you at
hold up
hold up
where you at
b+tch
don’t take any xans
don’t take
don’t take
any xans
b+tch
put away the bag
put a+
put away
the bag
b+tch
now i’m lucid dreaming
and mentally i got no account
the memories and times we had
they always fade away
stories sound insane
stray outside the lane
get popped in the face
they told me i should stay in so
i went to search for foreign aid
got a foreign b+tch
and a suorin air
sh+t was never clear
30 bags of a++d
now its super clear
problems disappeared
my memory so faded
i feel gifted
a silent speaker
with a couple hundred propositions
a violent thinker
in a couple f+cked up situations
i think i know ya
weren’t you at the f+cking b+tch convention
i saw you show up tryin teach another b+tch a lesson
maybe you should smoke some keif before you start this mission tripping
sh+t
(susta susta)
welcome
hold up where you at
hold up
hold up
where you at
b+tch
hold up where you at
hold up
hold up
where you at
b+tch
don’t take any xans
don’t take
don’t take
any xans
b+tch
put away the bag
put a+
put away
the bag
b+tch
yo it’s high comish
b+tch i ain’t fresh
i’m just clean and a lil cool
i been smoking weed since 13 back in middle school
than i got suspended drinking booze f+ck my princ+p+l
i’m thin like a broke man backwood
really can’t sin man been tryna act good
back of the block i been stood
if you need me then look for the black hood
i know why she wanted it
i’m one of a kind
try to look for something like me
b+tch i’m way to hard to find
cause i’m k!lling the game
blowing a check
sippin on hennessy never the tech
spitting this flame all on the enemy
sh+t i done did i never regret
don’t need the pain of coppin a felony
watching my back got me breaking a sweat
trippin got me thinking bullsh+t
too much sh+t i can’t forget
rah
welcome
hold up where you at
hold up
hold up
where you at
b+tch
hold up where you at
hold up
hold up
where you at
b+tch
don’t take any xans
don’t take
don’t take
any xans
b+tch
put away the bag
put a
put away
the bag
b+tch
(susta susta)
oooh
i be freestyling so lyrical
lyrical as f+ck man they call me verbal criminal
i’m criminally loud
why you b+tches gotta frown
versus me and you quick
then i show you what goes down down
b+tch
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