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yung bans - hold up lyrics

[intro: yung bans & future]
hold up
wheezy outta here

[chorus: yung bans]
hold up, hold up, hold up
uh, uh, uh, uh
ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little b-tch
shut your mouth and drink my kids
freaky lil’ ho might drink my p-ss
wake up, go hit a l!ck, can’t miss

[verse 1: yung bans]
hold up, lil’ b-tch, i don’t want you, lil’ b-tch
i ain’t cuffin’ no sh-t, you belong to this d-ck (wheezy outta here)
fame got you ridin’ a carriage
pull up right now and embarr-ss you, yeah
all of these sticks, i’m a terrorist
your boyfriend a b-tch, i’ma scare him, yeah
nut in the ho, end your marriage
she for the gang and we sharin’ her

[verse 2: gunna]
the stones in my ear are three carats (gunna)
n-ggas talk, remind me of a parrot (carats)
i’m in that zone, i put that sh-t on
they try figure out what i’m wearing (oh)
fly like a drone, go shop at patrón
hit barneys right after the jeffery (yeah)
addicted to clothes, i dress up at home
she give me her dome, ysl on the throne (yeah, wheezy outta here)
hold up, woah, hold up (hold up)
whole lot of cash, we got bricks, bucks
you got the back in that lambo truck
hold up, hold up (hold up)
i went and got in my bag, yup
play with them slimes, we’ll smash you (wheezy outta here)

[chorus: yung bans & young thug]
hold up, hold up, hold up
uh, uh, uh, uh
ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little b-tch (yeah)
shut your mouth and drink my kids (yeah, yeah)
freaky lil’ ho might drink my p-ss (woo)
wake up, go hit a l!ck, can’t miss (woo)
hold up, hold up, hold up
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 3: young thug]
i caught a body, i k!lled all the oppies
i dress in hibachi, i done robbed my papi
i sold him some soap and i told him it’s molly
automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty
i drip in off-white, clean up with no spotties
i got a spyder, my idol was spikey (wheezy outta here)
f-ck with it, whackin’, went been caught a body
i bury him alive in the back of the swats
b-tches perform in the line, it’s a spot
murk him and let him sit down and just rot
shot up his coupe and we shot up the shop
i don’t care ’bout no court, i don’t care ’bout no cops
(wheezy outta here)

[verse 4: yung bans]
he dead on the scene, my n-ggas bang green
commited lil’ b-tches, they down for the team
racks in, packs in, omg
it’s slatt, these n-ggas know olp
young n-gga came in with a mac-10
serve ’em through the back then
yeah, i got the packs in, go get the backend
break the b-tch back in
i ain’t gotta run off, n-gga, that was back then

- yung bans lyrics

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