"Hold Hand" lyrics
Eev7n
Let it run-
I ju-
Hol' up
I just sm-
[?]
Hol' up
Yeah, yeah, yeaaa yeah
Yeaaa, yeaaa
I just smacked her
In the Rolls Royce truck, I closed the curtains
I just smacked her
And, I'm wit' the young brew, pull up trippin', know we act up
Spinnin' block inside a UFO, hang out the window
She like, "What's yo' pockets like?"
Ho, yeah, I'm havin' bankroll
I still post at the pump 4
That BP, yeah, the same store
Walk down, he put his hands up
Up fye, that boy 'stop, drop, roll'
I can't remember nun' on the Xan
Yeah
Black truck, this mo'fucker Titanic
Ho, don't panic
I walk through the trenches wit' Draciesha and we hold hands, whoa
Hell nah, I can't go for nun'
Skrams don't do no playin'
Bit', this ain't no switch, this a G-Flex, jump out my hands
And, my thigh pack bussin'
I can't even pull up my pants
We're in eev7n's world
Gang
Let it r-
Gang
Let it run, Zay
Let it run, let it run
High as fuck, feel like an astronaut, I'm in my droptop
And I'm havin' shit
The back the Glock, this make his heart stop
G-Flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit' play hopscotch
I'on got no problems wit' the ho, I cut the bitch off
And, my pockets right as fuck
'5' gon' pull up trippin' every time them young brew one-to-one
Young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
Off-White sweater in the middle of the summertime
I got that shit on my body, that shit on my body
You know it's gon' cost you some
I'm havin' blacked-out diamonds, not regular diamonds, these mo'fucker VS1
I just might end up dyin', been gettin' too heavy, these mo'fucker chokin' sumn'
We hit his block in a mo'fuckin' UFO, we send that boy right to the sun
Thigh pack overly bussin', I'm havin' chose, bitch, I'm the real one
Hell yeah, jumped off the porch
Young nigga chose, young nigga chosen one
392 in the hood, you hear that horse'
Young nigga, pick up your whore
I chopped the top off the stick
You hear that "brr", pull that bitch out like a sword
High as fuck, feel like an astronaut, I'm in my droptop
And I'm havin' shit
The back the Glock, this make his heart stop
G-Flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit' play hopscotch
I'on got no problems wit' the ho, I cut the bitch off
And, my pockets right as fuck
'5' gon' pull up trippin' every time them young brew one-to-one
Young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
Off-White sweater in the middle of the summertime
I got that shit on my body, that shit on my body
You know it's gon' cost you some
Let it run-
I ju-
Hol' up
I just sm-
[?]
Hol' up
Yeah, yeah, yeaaa yeah
Yeaaa, yeaaa
I just smacked her
In the Rolls Royce truck, I closed the curtains
I just smacked her
And, I'm wit' the young brew, pull up trippin', know we act up
Spinnin' block inside a UFO, hang out the window
She like, "What's yo' pockets like?"
Ho, yeah, I'm havin' bankroll
I still post at the pump 4
That BP, yeah, the same store
Walk down, he put his hands up
Up fye, that boy 'stop, drop, roll'
I can't remember nun' on the Xan
Yeah
Black truck, this mo'fucker Titanic
Ho, don't panic
I walk through the trenches wit' Draciesha and we hold hands, whoa
Hell nah, I can't go for nun'
Skrams don't do no playin'
Bit', this ain't no switch, this a G-Flex, jump out my hands
And, my thigh pack bussin'
I can't even pull up my pants
We're in eev7n's world
Gang
Let it r-
Gang
Let it run, Zay
Let it run, let it run
High as fuck, feel like an astronaut, I'm in my droptop
And I'm havin' shit
The back the Glock, this make his heart stop
G-Flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit' play hopscotch
I'on got no problems wit' the ho, I cut the bitch off
And, my pockets right as fuck
'5' gon' pull up trippin' every time them young brew one-to-one
Young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
Off-White sweater in the middle of the summertime
I got that shit on my body, that shit on my body
You know it's gon' cost you some
I'm havin' blacked-out diamonds, not regular diamonds, these mo'fucker VS1
I just might end up dyin', been gettin' too heavy, these mo'fucker chokin' sumn'
We hit his block in a mo'fuckin' UFO, we send that boy right to the sun
Thigh pack overly bussin', I'm havin' chose, bitch, I'm the real one
Hell yeah, jumped off the porch
Young nigga chose, young nigga chosen one
392 in the hood, you hear that horse'
Young nigga, pick up your whore
I chopped the top off the stick
You hear that "brr", pull that bitch out like a sword
High as fuck, feel like an astronaut, I'm in my droptop
And I'm havin' shit
The back the Glock, this make his heart stop
G-Flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit' play hopscotch
I'on got no problems wit' the ho, I cut the bitch off
And, my pockets right as fuck
'5' gon' pull up trippin' every time them young brew one-to-one
Young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
Off-White sweater in the middle of the summertime
I got that shit on my body, that shit on my body
You know it's gon' cost you some
