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Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Ay (2024)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Smoking all these f*cking blunts it put me in a coma
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Run against me and my n****s shit like oklahoma
Bitch you get ran over and I'm rolling in a Rover
Damn I got controlla power steering got controlla
Green on me a clover 4, a ounce of lean I pour up
I got money stored up in my mattress and my sofa
It seem like you rent the bitch I swear to God I own her
Yeah she blow my phone up but I never really want her
Why you smoking all these Backwoods
Bitch cuz I'm a stoner
Yeah I'm 19 getting cash and yeah my money older
Set it off my Queen Latifah yeah that bitch the holder
.45 in a holster
Feel like Chief Keef bitch I'm Sosa
She repeat my flow up
But I just remixed my soda
Just like grenades or time bombs bitch I tick I'm finna blow up
We shoot just like on camera
I might f*ck her in bandanas
I be like baby answer
She say hann like French Montana
I be up early morning, early morning getting on it
Yeah bitch I'm hot I'm scorching
My money never in portions
Never in portions and I'm never in Porsches
I f*ck with Benzes them big bodies
Man them whips is imported
Just like them bitches they foreign
At 17 I start touring
I'm taking risks and making flips to take these trips in the morning
I pop percs, I drink lean, I'm a feind
And I know it
Put that pistol in my hand and I'mma blow it if I show it
I done ran my money up from drugs for sure
Planning out my future until 2024 (2024)
27 I'm a gram short from 28
I done leveled up and now I'm f*cking with the plates
I ain't never had to water whip or f*ck with base
Got it off the herb and loud word up in ya face
All my bitches better have they purses when they with me
If you don't got it stuff that work up in ya kitty
Middle manning plugs she got them perkies in her titties
F*cked her one time and now she erky when she with me
Damn, hol' up
Bear this polar
N****s know I'm colder than a iceberg or shoulder
Got a different gun on everyday a different holster
I don't mean to boast but
Serve you on a coaster
7 In a quarter you like Eli boy you falling off
Double up to 14 now you manning up you was looking soft
Double that to 28 you'll score just like a audible
Now you came to play, ay
80 For a eighth, ay
This designer gas ho
Can't afford to pass ho
Bro told me he wanted 500 for that last O
You should see the cash flow
They been going fast tho
Pockets on slow leak go to sleep before you crash tho
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Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Ay (2024)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Smoking all these f*cking blunts it put me in a coma
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Run against me and my n****s shit like oklahoma
Bitch you get ran over and I'm rolling in a Rover
Damn I got controlla power steering got controlla
Green on me a clover 4, a ounce of lean I pour up
I got money stored up in my mattress and my sofa
It seem like you rent the bitch I swear to God I own her
Yeah she blow my phone up but I never really want her
Why you smoking all these Backwoods
Bitch cuz I'm a stoner
Yeah I'm 19 getting cash and yeah my money older
Set it off my Queen Latifah yeah that bitch the holder
.45 in a holster
Feel like Chief Keef bitch I'm Sosa
She repeat my flow up
But I just remixed my soda
Just like grenades or time bombs bitch I tick I'm finna blow up
We shoot just like on camera
I might f*ck her in bandanas
I be like baby answer
She say hann like French Montana
I be up early morning, early morning getting on it
Yeah bitch I'm hot I'm scorching
My money never in portions
Never in portions and I'm never in Porsches
I f*ck with Benzes them big bodies
Man them whips is imported
Just like them bitches they foreign
At 17 I start touring
I'm taking risks and making flips to take these trips in the morning
I pop percs, I drink lean, I'm a feind
And I know it
Put that pistol in my hand and I'mma blow it if I show it
I done ran my money up from drugs for sure
Planning out my future until 2024 (2024)
27 I'm a gram short from 28
I done leveled up and now I'm f*cking with the plates
I ain't never had to water whip or f*ck with base
Got it off the herb and loud word up in ya face
All my bitches better have they purses when they with me
If you don't got it stuff that work up in ya kitty
Middle manning plugs she got them perkies in her titties
F*cked her one time and now she erky when she with me
Damn, hol' up
Bear this polar
N****s know I'm colder than a iceberg or shoulder
Got a different gun on everyday a different holster
I don't mean to boast but
Serve you on a coaster
7 In a quarter you like Eli boy you falling off
Double up to 14 now you manning up you was looking soft
Double that to 28 you'll score just like a audible
Now you came to play, ay
80 For a eighth, ay
This designer gas ho
Can't afford to pass ho
Bro told me he wanted 500 for that last O
You should see the cash flow
They been going fast tho
Pockets on slow leak go to sleep before you crash tho
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Writer: Jamal Rashid, Jason Thompson, Karim Kharbouch, Paul Beauregard, Sean Olascoaga, Tim Moore
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