Hol' Up Ft. Peewee Longway
Gucci Mane And Rich Homie Quan
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Drop a 'Rari, 458 make the crowd roar
And since I made 20 million, who would I change my style for?
I'm slicker than that nigga that spilled olive oil, Alford
My pockets on Popeye, they make Oliver my whore
A hundred bricks I'm flippin' make me feel like I'm on tour
The more chickens they give me, man, the more make me want more
I'm cookin' up glass dope on my glass stove
Whippin' up a glass pack, workin' a glass floor
I been geeked up the last 20 years, so how could I crash, ho?
Media takeout just made me fire my last ho
I bought that bitch some MAC lipstick and told that ho kiss my asshole
I'm in a Bentley sittin' on 24s, so why drive it fast for?
Me and Quan geeked up, Quan drive, I'ma crash it
Me and PeeWee poppin' molly, man, don't tell him I'm spazzin'
I'm in a 2013 car, but every verse a classic
Got on baby Jesus pieces, shout out Ol' Dirty Bastard
We gon' make a movie, let the camera record it
Droppin' nothin' but the racks
While watchin' over my back, feelin' paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid 'em
Me and Gucci flyin', finna crash
Got 50 thousand in cash
She was shoutin', she like
"Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, ho"
"Slow up, slow up, slow up, slow up, slow up"
Just bought a pint of the lean, now I'm 'bout to pour up
Drunk so much, feel like I'm gon' throw up
Ass so small, them racks make it grow up
She was like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up"
Hold up, ho
You movin' too fast, touchin' on my bankroll, bitch, slow up, ho
Pajamas on the coupe, boy, I'm whippin'
On bitches like swingers, though
Longway Texas Ranger, sippin' muddy, tote that banger
I hope your camera Dolby Digital, I'm in the club twistin' my fingers
I'm in the neighborhood rollin' 60, Curry up, I'm bangin'
Rockin' nothin' but 40 pointers, my chain just blangin'
Me and Wop and Young Rich Homie, we leavin' a stain
Young Thugger Thugger leave some shots, no trace, no mane
We gon' make a movie, let the camera record it
Droppin' nothin' but the racks
While watchin' over my back, feelin' paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid 'em
Me and Gucci flyin', finna crash
Got 50 thousand in cash
She was shoutin', she like
"Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, ho"
"Slow up, slow up, slow up, slow up, slow up"
Just bought a pint of the lean, now I'm 'bout to pour up
Drunk so much, feel like I'm gon' throw up
Ass so small, them racks make it grow up
She was like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up"