Hol’ On

Lyrics

[Intro: Erica Banks] Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh Bitch, get back, ho Ayy Let me talk my shit (Ayy, Doe Doe, ow) [Verse 1: Erica Banks] Bitch, ain't no flakin', I'm 'bout it, I'm with it You walk in the room, get to duckin' and flinchin' He fuck from the back, ain't no rubbin' and kissin' Ho want a problem, it's up and it's tension, uh Ten niggas bustin', he clap ten He trap out the back with the trap twin Pull up, I'm countin' the backend Tell that lil' ho to come tap in You tap on the 'net, but I tap on the doorbell I'm all at your door like, "What's up? Is you bluffin'?" He thinkin' we datin' and shit, now she hatin' and shit But he flexin', he know we just fuckin' So ho, mind your business, your partners be trippin' Pull up to your town and we want all the smoke Roll up a bleezy, I heard that ho easy He sell out the sack, we want all of the dope, uh [Chorus: Erica Banks] Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh Bitch too fine, no tip out, ayy Flex one time, now the ho start cryin' Slip once, all the drip gon' spill out, uh Sit down, kick back, and make fun of you bitches (Sit down) Fuck I look like? I ain't one of you bitches I call for a zip, get a ton of them bitches What is you runnin'? I'm runnin' them bitches [Verse 2: KenTheMan] Gutter lil' bitch and he love it I'll ride on that dick, I don't cuddle or nothin' These bitches be scary, but act like they not When I run through the spot, they be hidin' and duckin' These hoes really broke, they ain't gettin' no money They just gettin' fucked for a smoke and a tab How you a boss when you stay on your ass? You ain't a bad bitch, you just goin' out bad Ho, run me my money or niggas is huntin' They'll draw on your mama, your kids, and your brothers I'd rather be dead than be labeled a sucker They won't catch me slip, I be strapped like a buckle Bitch, I'm the one, you can get slapped I'm quick to lay me a bitch on her back I'm stuck in my ways, I make niggas rebel I get some mouth from him, then it's a wrap [Chorus: Erica Banks] Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh Bitch too fine, no tip out, ayy Flex one time, now the ho start cryin' Slip once, all the drip gon' spill out, uh Sit down, kick back, and make fun of you bitches Fuck I look like? I ain't one of you bitches I call for a zip, get a ton of them bitches What is you runnin'? I'm runnin' them bitches