LK Snoop - Hold up (feat. Jr Boss) Lyrics

Keep me a bag
F*ck ni**a, count alot of cash
Know i got alot of ni***s mad,
Lil bitch bad
Diamonds on wrist while i smash
Vibe in this bitch blowin gas,
Foreign cars fast,
Let the top back, hit the dash
Leavin all these hoes in the past
Cant even brag
I just came in show my ass
Buy all this shit i never had

Ni***s screaming wait, but a ni**a cant hold up (Yaaaa)
Big bank cant roll up (Yaaaa)
Imma come through let the doors up (Yaaaa)
Best to know imma go up,
Ni***s screaming wait, but a ni**a cant hold up (Yaaaa)

Its alot of fake love and pretendin
Stayed down, now im up, Guess im winnin
Ni**a play hit his ass wit extension
30 shots wet em up let em feel it
Say he straight but that straight turn to envy
Kuz im the shit, they gon hate bitch im jiggy,
Hi-Tech shit f*cking up my kidneys
What they say, we gon slide on em in a bently
Draco on me when im in a coupe
Acting ass ni***s aint gon shoot
Her friend wit her, then she wit it to
Flexin know you heard of snoop
In my city know im fly as f*ck
Moon rocks got me high as f*ck
A chick gon have to let it ride or som
In the club start a riot or sumn (aye)
She gon suck dick like she aint got a man, aye,
Mob in dis bitch blow a hunnit bands ,yea,
Throw a lot of ones f*ck a rubber band
We'll spin ya block like a ceiling fan, yea,
Top floor shit i aint studda man
If she eat da dick we gon let her man
She gon get geeked i dont do the xans
Imma f*ck dat bitch permanently
Keep me a bag
F*ck ni**a, count alot of cash
Know i got a lot of ni***s mad,
Lil bitch bad
Diamonds on wrist while i smash
Vibe in this bitch blowin gas,
Foreign cars fast,
Let the top back, hit the dash
Leavin all these hoes in the past
Cant even brag
I just came in show my ass
Buy all this shit i never had

2x
Ni***s screaming wait, but a ni**a can't hold up (Yaaaa)
Big bank can't roll up (Yaaaa)
Imma come through let the doors up (Yaaaa)
?Best to know imma go up (Yaaaa)
Ni***s screaming wait, but a n***a can't hold up (Yaaaa)


Fresh outta jail, and right back to the trap
The feds had me tapped so i dont talk on phones
Packages came in front utah, made me holla woosah
I'm balling just like Karl Malone
Diamonds on my neck and my earrings lookin like piss
And my watch look like shots of patron,
See a few naps in the game, found the route of the problem
For this shit i might need a comb,
Praying my downfall, you not a deacon
Like i'm the pope and start shit on the weekend
Boulevard action, just send you this evening
Don't want no beef wit me heard you a vegan
I told ya bitch kiss the ring,
Had my figure so far in her mouth woulda thought she was teething
Throw a bean down her throat, if i wanted to catch you it would be so easy
Make it through the door, Big bank roll, Me and LK Snoop stickin to the code,
Red on the bottom of all of my soles,
Ballin so hard this shit feel like the pros (shit)
No i ain't talkin bout tissue, when i tell them youngins to pull up and come wipe your nose,
Peep out the window the draco protect me, you know that i'm always gon stay on my toes.

Keep me a bag
F*ck ni**a, count alot of cash
Know i got alot of ni***s mad,
Lil bitch bad
Diamonds on wrist while i smash
Vibe in this bitch blowin gas,
Foreign cars fast,
Let the top back, hit the dash
Leavin all these hoes in the past
Cant even brag
I just came in show my ass
Buy all this shit i never had

Ni***s screaming wait, but a ni**a cant hold up (Yaaaa)
Big bank cant roll up (Yaaaa)
Imma come through let the doors up (Yaaaa)
Best to know imma go up,
Ni***s screaming wait, but a ni**a cant hold up (Yaaaa)