Hollup
[Intro]
Gosha

[Verse 1: $lum lxrd]
Hold up bitch, you get hit with the fuckin' 30 clip
Extended drum in my gun, you know it's a tommy gun
Let it spray to your face, now you're in the fuckin' grave
Run up with that deuce five and we put it to your momma brain
That's your bitch ain't no way, we finna fuck her anyway
Hold up gang, he a snitch, snag his bitch
Givin' me that sloppy toppy
Run up on me, then I'm gonna have to catch a body, body
You's a bitch we've been known that
Pull up with that AR-15 and it got kickback
Got kickback, run it back like we damn killed this track
Countin' green, keep the hoes the fuck away from me
Cause I might just fuck that treesh
Lil hoe say that she in love with me
I think not, I think that she in love with just sippin' lean, pure codeine
Practice what I preach, you can nеver be like mе
You's a phony, I'm a fuckin' king
AP on my wrist, should it dance like that?
Should've brought your strap, trust no one
Made it out the trap, hold up now we back
[Verse 2: Mar$hall]
Bitch, yeah
Made it now we back, yeah
Big drums, big clips, big straps, you could die now
Pussy boy be sendin' all these disses
Better pipe down 'fore we spin 'round
Boutta shoot the whole fuckin' block down, put the top down
Pullin' out this choppa, bet it's man down
You's a damn clown for fuckin' with the gang
Should know it's smoke, yeah we been 'bout
Fishin' for these oppas like a sailor, you's a damn trout
Pussy boy talkin' that shit, but you gettin' 'em hit
DBG too legit, yeah
Pussy boy dome will get split, bitch we makin' 'em sit
Run a train on this bitch, yeah
Best believe shots will not miss
'Cause the other side pissed, cause we smokin' his bitch, yeah, yeah
Cause we smokin' his bitch
Bought a new Glock, put some ammo in it
Boutta go ride, clock is lookin' like six
Sellin' that load, we be movin' them bricks
We ain't with the treats, we ain't with the tricks
No new friends, bros be leachin' like ticks
Man why is he talkin', he look like a bitch (Yeah)
Man fuck it, we clock out
At night with our Glocks out (Yeah)
Opps be some bitches, what, yeah
Like some girl scouts
It's a shootout, shoot his mans down
Never be takin' no handouts
He wanna fight, pussy boy you get knocked out
Bitch, I'm done shoppin', meet me at the checkout
Can't sign no deals, no, I'm not a sellout
Gosha