hold up
Leggo, Ok
Bitch I’m me, American Gangster
Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo
New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I’m raw like Quaaludes
Bal' like gay hoes
Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes
Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy
I’m a Eastside Damu
Deep water Shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush in the bamboo
Pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
Tunechi
Hold up, hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up, hold up
Man, we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
And we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East
Gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch: mission complete
Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations
Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations
I don’t play games, niggas simulation
Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it
It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it
That’s word to the Glock
Glock in the sock
Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock
Hol' up
Married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And she came with problems; fuck it, that’s my stepsons
Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh
Based on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain’t even two stories
Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm
Yeah, Real Nigga University Alumni
Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes
She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul-searching
And they say money talks, well it’s my spokesperson, uh
Grab a star from the sunroof
I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money and the power
Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower
Hold Up
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Man, we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
And we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up