"Hold On" lyrics

Yea, hold on, yea hold on
On God
I'm own some real nigga shit
Hold on

I say drop the addy he hold on hold on hold on, wait, Choppa make him do the Harlem shake
I'ma keep it a Hunnid he run up that boy getting bake to real ion fuck with the fake on god
Wait like hold on, I'm own some rich nigga shit, I was dead broke fuckin' a rich nigga bitch
Louie, vale, Chanel, that's a rich nigga fit know the Choppa be breakin' the scale with the brick
Like hold on, I'm high as fuck I just left out the O zone, I was fucked up I ain't know how to go own
I got some labels they callin' my hoe phone, ice in my mouth like what's that
Glock 19 on the dresser I'm fuckin' that bitch if a nigga play wrong gotta stretch him
Quitty just cut a hoe off she wont hear from a nigga no fatty is not with the extra

Wipe that boy nose like he sneezed and I blessed
Him runnin' backs in the woods no the bullets gone catch him
Ion gotta leave the house if my niggas gone slide I'ma pay them boys off and they wet em
Fuck goin' crazy, I'm finna tuck all of my notifications
Got real bad bitches and my bitches ain't basic
Like future I been goin' codeine crazy
I'm high fuck driving I'm codeine racin'
Foreign the car bitch I'm codeine chasin'
I'm riding that's a fact and these niggas cant face it
Atleast you wont find a nigga to replace me, hold on
I'm hearin' niggas they thinkin' I'm sweet come to find out
Ian have time got time now I had a bad bitch
I woulda put her in time out but the hoe left she timed out

I'm own a whole lotta young nigga shit right now, growing up cant miss right now
Gotta call bro back cuz I'm in a Opp bitch right now really tryna get rich right now
Shoota call up da phone got a stick wit a switch right now, finna go knock a opp lights out
You niggas be talkin' but y'all gotta brand new whip drop the pin I pull up right now

I say drop the addy he hold on hold on hold on, wait, Choppa make him do the Harlem shake
I'ma keep it a Hunnid he run up that boy getting bake to real ion fuck with the fake on god
Wait like hold on, I'm own some rich nigga shit, I was dead broke fuckin' a rich nigga bitch
Louie, vale, Chanel, that's a rich nigga fit know the Choppa be breakin' the scale with the brick

These niggas booty, ass, trashcan I'm sippin' whisk got me feel like a grandad
I fucked a cougar she say I'm a batman erkle send his ass back in a trash bag
When we slide gotta go wit a black man
They don't know who did it car got no tag
She don't suck dick Ian buy no bags
Yall happy broke I be sad wit no bag

I walk around in the rain wit my off whites, I drank the ocean and see that you alright
I pop a perk I'ma fuck own her all night, I got so high but head on the satellite
Hear from my niggas it take one call, dreaded my hair but we still gone ball
I'm blockin that hoe like I'm Paul Cossal, I try not to talk cuz my weed to loud

I say drop the addy he hold on hold on hold on, wait, Choppa make him do the Harlem shake
I'ma keep it a Hunnid he run up that boy getting bake to real ion fuck with the fake on god
Wait like hold on, I'm own some rich nigga shit, I was dead broke fuckin' a rich nigga bitch
Louie, vale, Chanel, that's a rich nigga fit know the Choppa be breakin' the scale with the brick