Hold Up E

King motherfucker. Ayo, Some of y'all bitches be motherfucking speeding and Talking out of turn. You need to slow the Fuck down and hold up, man. Ayo, Trae tha Truth, get at these niggas. Come on. I am kings. You know what it is. Bitch came up to me, she said, "Who you Is?" You know what I to tell her. I said, "I'm Diddy, bitch." I'm feeling like I'm fly as Fuck, no planes. Yelling, "Where them haters at?" Ain't nothing changed. Still talking white bricks, Cocaine. In the club with 100 racks, I'm just saying. Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, Hold up, Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold Yeah, Wait a minute, bitch. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, Hold up. Yeah, I'm just saying. This we do. what I'm saying? Hold up. California Rari, bitch, Top just fold up. Nigga with an attitude, Michael Kors Polo. Chopper get to popping, make 'em freeze up like A photo. Nightmares 'bout the feds, Smelling like Hermes. Black with a check, Maggie Cortez. The exorcist nigga, yeah, that Rollie turn heads. Turning niggas to they pros like staying in Medusa's Head. In these streets on these beats with them Hoes or the kitchen. A pussy nigga think different, pussy nigga tripping. It's just a from the bottom, dying legend out This bitch. I get to whipping up that four And get a seven out this bitch, I'm feeling Like I'm fly as fuck, no planes. Yelling, "Where them haters at?" Ain't nothing changed. changed. Still talking white bricks, cocaine. Yeah, In the club with 100 racks, I'm just Saying. Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, Hold Yeah, wait a minute, bitch. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, Yeah, I'm just saying. Trae tha Truth, what up? King of the streets, when it drops I'm stored. Bitch, I ball for the city just like my Last name Horton. So much green inside the trunk It should have stayed in the garden. All I do is pay the price, I never Ask what they charging. I'll pull up on your bitch and repossess her Like you owe that. Put her in a flick And display her like she was Kodak. King motherfucker, I'm classic like I was throwback. This ain't what you want, pussy nigga, you better Know that. Too deep in this Rari, something blowing Like Bob Marley. Hit my youngin with a chopper, Tell him ride like Harley. I do this for my niggas in the city On that slow shit. When they pull up and They bang something, them laws come, we don't know Shit. Street nigga problems, we don't never duck 'em. I'm an asshole, Trae forever yelling, "Fuck 'em." Nuts hanging to the point it ain't Nowhere to stuff 'em. I let my chain play, Nigga, I don't never tuck 'em. Feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes. Yelling, "Where them haters at?" Ain't nothing changed. changed. Still talking white bricks, cocaine. In the club with 100 racks, I'm just saying. Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold Yeah, Wait a minute, bitch. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold hold up, Hold up. Yeah, I'm Pussy gang on the loose. Got them K's in the yard, the keys in The kitchen. AK's in the closet, badminton in the Ceiling. Audi 80 with streaming, wonder how they Never caught him. All I gotta say is pay your taxes, pay Your lottery. Big money, let a nigga know the Mayor I can call him. Like that's a bull On loan, call it what you call it. Won't take no shit 'cause I ain't no talker. See me shawty, you see me balling. I pull up, hop out, shopping shit. Road boy so big, can't park shit. Get blocked that like quit starring shit. 'Cause we ain't gonna wanna hear that, "I'm sorry" Shit. I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no Planes. Yelling, "Where them haters at?" Ain't nothing changed. Still talking white bricks, cocaine. In the club with 100 racks, I'm just saying. Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, hold up, Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up. Yeah, wait a minute, bitch. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, Hold up. Yeah, I'm just saying. Ayo, ABN, Trae tha Truth. Kings, baby. Ayo, stay in your place, bitches. And I ain't just talking to women neither. Yeah, yeah.