"Hold On Me" lyrics
(Big Drice on the beat, yeah)
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
Honestly, I think this trap shit got a hold on me
I went from playin' basketball to makin' 'bow money
Got tired of sellin' weed, so I started makin' road money
My first hundred thousand streams, I was happy, now it's old to me
Nigga, that's some real shit, I cannot make this up
If you don't give your mans a handout, I guess you fake as fuck
You broke as hell from lookin' at your hands, you got no paper cuts
I seen a grown man turn to the zombie off a paper cup
This Wock', you gotta turn it upside down, you can't just shake this up
Don't even kill that lil' nigga, just go shake him up
This White Runtz, it came vacuum sealed, you gotta break it up
My chop like the fall, this bitch'll leave so they can rake you up
That shit gon' go over niggas' heads
But fuck it
If I really want him dead, then that nigga dead
If I ain't sleepin' with a bitch, then it's a Drac' layin' in my bed
My mans got a warrant, if we get pulled over, then he actin' sped
How you tryna start some beef and you ain't even got no bread?
Ridin' with five sticks up in the whip, it's just me and my mans
And if I ain't ridin' with my nigga, then I'm by myself
I told my Glock, "Keep on actin' up, I'm hittin' you with the belt"
Hold on, nigga, slow down
I thought I seen the opposition with his pants down
Unc' said, "Back in my day, we threw them hands down"
I'm like, "Unc', we been picked the flickies up and put them hands down"
It's crazy, ten thousand dollars today is like a band now
Everybody wanna be a gangster, it's a trend now
In high school, I liked this bitch so bad, I told my friends 'bout her
Ironic, I just seen her other day and she a fan now
If your mans out, don't give him a handout because his hands out
Invest in him, that lil' band gon' turn into a ten now
Don't pull up in my driveway, go to that tan house
My ex-bitch asked me how I been, I whipped a ten out
Lil' nigga, that's Ben 10, been thuggin' since a lil' kid
This Glock 18 got a switch too, this bitch is built-in
If I walk a nigga down, it's by myself, it ain't no loose ends
The only thing I need is my Drac', fuck some new friends, nigga
(Ayo, Drice)
(Run that shit back)
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
Honestly, I think this trap shit got a hold on me
I went from playin' basketball to makin' 'bow money
Got tired of sellin' weed, so I started makin' road money
My first hundred thousand streams, I was happy, now it's old to me
Nigga, that's some real shit, I cannot make this up
If you don't give your mans a handout, I guess you fake as fuck
You broke as hell from lookin' at your hands, you got no paper cuts
I seen a grown man turn to the zombie off a paper cup
This Wock', you gotta turn it upside down, you can't just shake this up
Don't even kill that lil' nigga, just go shake him up
This White Runtz, it came vacuum sealed, you gotta break it up
My chop like the fall, this bitch'll leave so they can rake you up
That shit gon' go over niggas' heads
But fuck it
If I really want him dead, then that nigga dead
If I ain't sleepin' with a bitch, then it's a Drac' layin' in my bed
My mans got a warrant, if we get pulled over, then he actin' sped
How you tryna start some beef and you ain't even got no bread?
Ridin' with five sticks up in the whip, it's just me and my mans
And if I ain't ridin' with my nigga, then I'm by myself
I told my Glock, "Keep on actin' up, I'm hittin' you with the belt"
Hold on, nigga, slow down
I thought I seen the opposition with his pants down
Unc' said, "Back in my day, we threw them hands down"
I'm like, "Unc', we been picked the flickies up and put them hands down"
It's crazy, ten thousand dollars today is like a band now
Everybody wanna be a gangster, it's a trend now
In high school, I liked this bitch so bad, I told my friends 'bout her
Ironic, I just seen her other day and she a fan now
If your mans out, don't give him a handout because his hands out
Invest in him, that lil' band gon' turn into a ten now
Don't pull up in my driveway, go to that tan house
My ex-bitch asked me how I been, I whipped a ten out
Lil' nigga, that's Ben 10, been thuggin' since a lil' kid
This Glock 18 got a switch too, this bitch is built-in
If I walk a nigga down, it's by myself, it ain't no loose ends
The only thing I need is my Drac', fuck some new friends, nigga
(Ayo, Drice)
(Run that shit back)
Writer(s): Edrice Poole, Efrem Jamaar Blackwell
