"Hol' Up Trap" lyrics
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)
Hol' up, Trap
Trap, we ain't never asked for a handout, man
All y'all niggas did was blame me for the shit you couldn't hustle for nigga
Tell the truth, pussy (Trapaholics, real trap shit, yeah)
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back
(Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) where the fuck my Brick Squad niggas at?
[Wooh Da Kid:]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up trap, legendary Wooh Da back (what!)
Rich got favorite Shooter back (yes), cut throat nigga no you ain't that
Heard you niggas love to rap
Pussy nigga run his mouth, we spin his block he runnin' laps
Niggas know we not them one, play with me I get it done
They die 'bout me, don't play with him (what?)
You keep screaming 'bout a blick but niggas know we stay with them (yes)
And you know we shootin' shit that's sinkable, hope you can swim?
Hol' up Trap (what else?)
I've been up all day and night
Fuck me good she do it right but shawty you can't spend the night
(Hol' up Trap) I'ma strappaholic that just blacked out
I can't wear no suit and tie, I'm sorry I'm too trapped out
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back
(Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) where the fuck my Brick Squad niggas at?
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up trap, Waka back wildin'
I talk in punchlines, you talk in captions (what!)
Ol' money flip it like a Gemini move (yeah! Yeah!)
And the club get on tune when I step in the room (yeah! Yeah!)
Flocka yellin' baow! Now they dockin' on instinct (boow! Boow! Boow! Boow!)
TJ yell "Trap," and you hear bottles start clinking (yeah! Yeah!)
Ain't no chill just flames and confetti (yeah! Yeah!)
Shawty stay on top, and I say, "Yeah but I'm ready" (yeah! Yeah!)
Flick a lil high, haters, let the roomers marinate
Now the fee double, even silence got a rate
Labels talk split, I talk leveraging and options (what! Flocka!)
Told 'em keep the flowers, wire funds to the auction
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back
(Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) where the fuck my Brick Squad niggas at?
Trap, we ain't never asked for a handout, man
All y'all niggas did was blame me for the shit you couldn't hustle for nigga
Tell the truth, pussy (Trapaholics, real trap shit, yeah)
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back
(Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) where the fuck my Brick Squad niggas at?
[Wooh Da Kid:]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up trap, legendary Wooh Da back (what!)
Rich got favorite Shooter back (yes), cut throat nigga no you ain't that
Heard you niggas love to rap
Pussy nigga run his mouth, we spin his block he runnin' laps
Niggas know we not them one, play with me I get it done
They die 'bout me, don't play with him (what?)
You keep screaming 'bout a blick but niggas know we stay with them (yes)
And you know we shootin' shit that's sinkable, hope you can swim?
Hol' up Trap (what else?)
I've been up all day and night
Fuck me good she do it right but shawty you can't spend the night
(Hol' up Trap) I'ma strappaholic that just blacked out
I can't wear no suit and tie, I'm sorry I'm too trapped out
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back
(Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) where the fuck my Brick Squad niggas at?
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up trap, Waka back wildin'
I talk in punchlines, you talk in captions (what!)
Ol' money flip it like a Gemini move (yeah! Yeah!)
And the club get on tune when I step in the room (yeah! Yeah!)
Flocka yellin' baow! Now they dockin' on instinct (boow! Boow! Boow! Boow!)
TJ yell "Trap," and you hear bottles start clinking (yeah! Yeah!)
Ain't no chill just flames and confetti (yeah! Yeah!)
Shawty stay on top, and I say, "Yeah but I'm ready" (yeah! Yeah!)
Flick a lil high, haters, let the roomers marinate
Now the fee double, even silence got a rate
Labels talk split, I talk leveraging and options (what! Flocka!)
Told 'em keep the flowers, wire funds to the auction
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back
(Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?
(Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!)
(Hol' up, Trap) where the fuck my Brick Squad niggas at?
