Hold Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$ & Pouya] Happy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that right (Oh, no-no, hahaha) SS in this bitch (Straight up, straight up, pussy) SS in this shit, man You know what it is, pussy Ask yo' bitch 'bout me, two phones on me Pouya! (Mhm) Wake these fuck niggas up, man Yeah, yeah [Verse: Pouya & Robb Bank$] Cryin' time, missed my time to shine, fine dine Sit 'round with yo' bitch in the nighttime (That right, that right) Slide, ride with the guys that hold the .9 9 to 5, stick [?] bitch [?] Flippin' the script [?] right on sight (You little bitch) Let a mothafucka bust that shit, ho I know you gon' suck that shit, ho But you stay frontin' and fussin' and talkin' that shit though No exaggeration, I'm underrated My homies stay ready, they leanin' off that shit Creepin' and peepin' and hittin' a lick Middle finger to yo' bitch, you down to ride? Fuck that shit, is you willing to die? Could happen tonight ('Night, 'night) Slid my dick into your wife like a knife (Knife, knife) Hold up, I done popped like a soda She drivin' me crazy like she was a chauffeur Play me once and it's game over, bitch Why is you bitin' my style, claimin' you wild? Wipe that smile off yo' face I'ma put you in yo' place, don't give a fuck what a mothafucka think Only fuckin' if that pussy pink Don't blink when I'm fuckin' yo' ho on the sink It's little Pouya, what you think? Talkin' that shit, you get blown like dank, ho Run in your house with a mask and a Glock Like, "Open the safe and you will be safe" Don't care what you say, stickin' my dick in yo' mothafuckin' face This rappin' game is just my faith Rapidly talkin' and puttin' these rappers in coffins I'm walkin' like I am a pimp with a redbone bitch A strap [?] my dick 'cause I'm never gon' slip That's real, ho, feel how I feel, ho I ain't with it, these haters be trippin', they tryna get like me It's on me to get profit to put in my pocket The bands up like rockets I'll never be sloppin', I'm knockin' and rockin' and shockin' these hoes with my style I'ma be doin' this shit for a while So get used to me now 'Cause there's no turnin' back Puttin' them haters on their back straight like that At any cost, doin' this shit like a boss Flickin' them all, fuck them all in the bathroom stall [Chorus: Pouya & Robb Bank$] Hold up, hold up, what's yo' motive, bitch? (That right) Hold up, hold up, 'cause you don't know me, bitch (No, no) Hold up, hold up, I'm pimpin' the fuckin' scene Hold up, hold up, steadily grindin' with my team (I say I'm, that right) Hold up, hold up, what's yo' motive, bitch? (You lil' bitch) Hold up, hold up, 'cause you don't know me, bitch (You lil') Hold up, hold up, I'm pimpin' the fuckin' scene Hold up, hold up, steadily grindin' with my team [Outro: Robb Bank$] Haha, straight up, straight up (Happy) Man, you know what this shit is, you know how it go We created this shit, nigga SS, global, international, you feel me? (Happy) Shoutout Brock County, Dade County, you feel me? Ayy, lil' bitch, lil' bitch Ayy, SS up in this shit, ho Ayy, lil' Pouya in this shit, ho Ayy, [?] shawty in this shit, ho And yo' main bitch suck up on my dick Fuck nigga Happy