"Hold Up" lyrics
(feat. Tootie Raww, YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
Hold up
Ayy, bitch, stop callin' my phone
I told you, "Hold up," bitch
Hold up
Hold up, I walk in this bitch and you know I be lit, they be feelin' my swag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' bitch and she been on my trail
If you play with me wrong, I'ma whip out that MAC (Hlrrd, hlrrd)
When I get me a bag, you know I'ma stack
Bitch, I been dumb, I been flashin' them racks
And I been out my top, yeah, you play, you get whacked
And you know I'm Lil' Raww, keep that 4 on my back
Bitch, I be bangin' that 4, I want you to play, and you out of here (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, you know I be thuggin'
You know I be buckin'
I want him to play, and I'm poppin' him
Yeah, I want him to play, then I'm poppin' him
I put ten on his head 'cause I'm tired of him
Yeah, these niggas be pussy, you know they gon' talk on that 'gram, but we really be droppin' them (But we really be droppin' them)
Fuck it (Fuck it), pop out his bushes
When he walk up that bitch, yeah, you know we gon' smush him (Gon' smush him)
Youngins goin' retarded (Retarded), clutchin' that .40, ten on his head for lookin' (For lookin')
I got ten on his head for lookin' (Lookin')
"What you mean?" Man, that nigga was pussy
I'm like, "Fuck all that talkin', know that I'm ballin'
You want a show? Book it"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I be bangin' that 4, I be goin' retarded (I be goin' retarded)
Bitch, I be bangin' that 4, I be startlin' the party (I be startlin' the party, yeah)
You know I wan' fuck on that ho 'cause lil' mama was gorgeous (Know she was gorgeous, yeah)
I walked in this bitch and you know that I'm goin' retarded
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Bitch, I'm big blue with A.I., North 38, I walk in, bet a hundred on hundred (Hundred on hundred)
When I walk in the club, I keep doin' my dance
Nigga, and that's your ass, if I bump you (If I bump you, lil' nigga)
Free DDawg, I run 'round with them gunners
The chopper gon' rip soon as they go to runnin'
From my chain to my drip, niggas ain't takin' nothin'
When we see him in public, I'm pushin' the button (No cap)
Nigga, run up on me, and that's 1st degree (Degree)
I go post on that block in some Gucci sneaks (Slime)
I be loose as a goose
If you play, I'ma shoot
I'ma wop in this bitch with a Perc' in me (With a Perc' in me, nigga)
And I'm high as the fuck, but I'm smilin' so hard 'cause these boys up in here wanna murder me (Wanna murder me, bitch)
But I don't give a fuck 'cause my niggas go hard and I know for a fact they gon' murk for me
Do the Murda Man dance and them hoes like it (Hoes like it)
Got lil' bro in the truck, they gon' on sight him (Pow, pow, pow)
Go to feelin' myself, every time I turn up, I be doin' my shit, ain't no nigga like me (Ha)
Thirty-two in the Glock, ain't no sense of fightin' (Nah)
Ain't no sense for to duck when I go to strikin' (Grrah)
Say she want me, whenever I get her, I fuck her so good, she gon' swear I was on a vikin'
I'm a slime, bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' bitch, let me get off in this bitch
They pointin' their fingers, they know that the boss in this bitch
Tie up my J's 'cause I'm 'bout to walk on this bitch
They talkin' that shit, they was runnin' like runnin' backs (Scared)
"Closed his casket," nigga, I'ma double that, now the whole city tryna fuck with that
Back to back niggas like dominos
Got 'em pissin' their pants like, bye, yo (Scared)
Twenty-five hundred'll you stepped on
Ten G's, it'll get you, four (Yeah)
I'm the first nigga 'round who was throwin' the fours (Boosie)
I'm the first to go viral, dog, on the internet
"Find a fifty," nigga, you remember that? (Yeah)
Mouth lock on that Jigga pack (Yeah)
My shooter, Lil Booga real, he been put to the test, he'll never tell
Tryna do right, but thuggin' for life, I write my name up in every cell (Boosie, who that is?)
They call me Rambo in that bottom, I got terminator guns
Say a prayer for his mama, had to terminate her son (Had to terminate her son, ugh)
This that 225 business, ride or die business, or you die
This that Pablo Escobar, South Baton Rouge shit, but that slime, yeah (Blrrdd)
Pussy, pussy-nigga (Nigga), I'ma keep doin' my dance (Blrrdd)
Haha (Yeah, yeah, who gon' stop me?)
I'ma keep doin' my dance (Bitch, ain't nobody stoppin' this motion)
(Yeah)
Ayy, let the beat play, Tony
Yeah, yeah (Ha, what you on with this one?)
They still dancin', man (Ballin', shit)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), I'ma keep doin' my dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up (Bitch, bah, I'ma keep— what? What?)
(South street shit)
Hold up (Bitch, what?), they be doin' they lil' thing (I'ma keep doin' my thing, yeah)
Turn up, turn up (Gone whoop your street shit, nigga, yeah)
Dumb, turn up, turn up (Yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah)
Dumb, turn up, turn up (Cross that T, yeah, yeah)
Dumb
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Ayy, bitch, stop callin' my phone
I told you, "Hold up," bitch
Hold up
Hold up, I walk in this bitch and you know I be lit, they be feelin' my swag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' bitch and she been on my trail
If you play with me wrong, I'ma whip out that MAC (Hlrrd, hlrrd)
When I get me a bag, you know I'ma stack
Bitch, I been dumb, I been flashin' them racks
And I been out my top, yeah, you play, you get whacked
And you know I'm Lil' Raww, keep that 4 on my back
Bitch, I be bangin' that 4, I want you to play, and you out of here (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, you know I be thuggin'
You know I be buckin'
I want him to play, and I'm poppin' him
Yeah, I want him to play, then I'm poppin' him
I put ten on his head 'cause I'm tired of him
Yeah, these niggas be pussy, you know they gon' talk on that 'gram, but we really be droppin' them (But we really be droppin' them)
Fuck it (Fuck it), pop out his bushes
When he walk up that bitch, yeah, you know we gon' smush him (Gon' smush him)
Youngins goin' retarded (Retarded), clutchin' that .40, ten on his head for lookin' (For lookin')
I got ten on his head for lookin' (Lookin')
"What you mean?" Man, that nigga was pussy
I'm like, "Fuck all that talkin', know that I'm ballin'
You want a show? Book it"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I be bangin' that 4, I be goin' retarded (I be goin' retarded)
Bitch, I be bangin' that 4, I be startlin' the party (I be startlin' the party, yeah)
You know I wan' fuck on that ho 'cause lil' mama was gorgeous (Know she was gorgeous, yeah)
I walked in this bitch and you know that I'm goin' retarded
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Bitch, I'm big blue with A.I., North 38, I walk in, bet a hundred on hundred (Hundred on hundred)
When I walk in the club, I keep doin' my dance
Nigga, and that's your ass, if I bump you (If I bump you, lil' nigga)
Free DDawg, I run 'round with them gunners
The chopper gon' rip soon as they go to runnin'
From my chain to my drip, niggas ain't takin' nothin'
When we see him in public, I'm pushin' the button (No cap)
Nigga, run up on me, and that's 1st degree (Degree)
I go post on that block in some Gucci sneaks (Slime)
I be loose as a goose
If you play, I'ma shoot
I'ma wop in this bitch with a Perc' in me (With a Perc' in me, nigga)
And I'm high as the fuck, but I'm smilin' so hard 'cause these boys up in here wanna murder me (Wanna murder me, bitch)
But I don't give a fuck 'cause my niggas go hard and I know for a fact they gon' murk for me
Do the Murda Man dance and them hoes like it (Hoes like it)
Got lil' bro in the truck, they gon' on sight him (Pow, pow, pow)
Go to feelin' myself, every time I turn up, I be doin' my shit, ain't no nigga like me (Ha)
Thirty-two in the Glock, ain't no sense of fightin' (Nah)
Ain't no sense for to duck when I go to strikin' (Grrah)
Say she want me, whenever I get her, I fuck her so good, she gon' swear I was on a vikin'
I'm a slime, bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' bitch, let me get off in this bitch
They pointin' their fingers, they know that the boss in this bitch
Tie up my J's 'cause I'm 'bout to walk on this bitch
They talkin' that shit, they was runnin' like runnin' backs (Scared)
"Closed his casket," nigga, I'ma double that, now the whole city tryna fuck with that
Back to back niggas like dominos
Got 'em pissin' their pants like, bye, yo (Scared)
Twenty-five hundred'll you stepped on
Ten G's, it'll get you, four (Yeah)
I'm the first nigga 'round who was throwin' the fours (Boosie)
I'm the first to go viral, dog, on the internet
"Find a fifty," nigga, you remember that? (Yeah)
Mouth lock on that Jigga pack (Yeah)
My shooter, Lil Booga real, he been put to the test, he'll never tell
Tryna do right, but thuggin' for life, I write my name up in every cell (Boosie, who that is?)
They call me Rambo in that bottom, I got terminator guns
Say a prayer for his mama, had to terminate her son (Had to terminate her son, ugh)
This that 225 business, ride or die business, or you die
This that Pablo Escobar, South Baton Rouge shit, but that slime, yeah (Blrrdd)
Pussy, pussy-nigga (Nigga), I'ma keep doin' my dance (Blrrdd)
Haha (Yeah, yeah, who gon' stop me?)
I'ma keep doin' my dance (Bitch, ain't nobody stoppin' this motion)
(Yeah)
Ayy, let the beat play, Tony
Yeah, yeah (Ha, what you on with this one?)
They still dancin', man (Ballin', shit)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), I'ma keep doin' my dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up (Bitch, bah, I'ma keep— what? What?)
(South street shit)
Hold up (Bitch, what?), they be doin' they lil' thing (I'ma keep doin' my thing, yeah)
Turn up, turn up (Gone whoop your street shit, nigga, yeah)
Dumb, turn up, turn up (Yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah)
Dumb, turn up, turn up (Cross that T, yeah, yeah)
Dumb
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, I be doin' my lil' dance
