Hold it Down

Lyrics

Hook: You know lil lu gon hold it down You gotta just the only round Ay you better just slow it down Cause when it up it's be going down Trap baby I was born in the kitchen What you scoring what's the ticket You wouldn't going in them trenches nigga We run the streets off he got coins on them bitches Up in traffic we blow him like hoeings in the trenlims Verse:1 Lil one hotter then a stolen fire arm with a body on it Now it's bread on his head and everybody want it He talking to them feds giving taps and traps on every corner Seem in your paper work want that nigga dead don't you Huh that baby glizzy got a leg on it People catch me with this bitch I'm going fed on me Got 3 conviction keep it wit me just got off parole Let it sneeze blow off your nose Step like show without the soul Make me make your coffin close I been on and off the road What make you think I won't off you and then go shoot across the globe Mob shit crank up your whip then your car explode Torso of the Scorpio give a fuck bout your heart scope They gon call the other boo when we send ah blitz News paper article with his face in that bitch Whatever scene I catch him they yellow taping that bitch My Glock My faith in that bitch when I go I'm taking that bitch I know some niggas want me dead so they can rap bout ah body they ain't catch pussy bitch you ain't like that tho I heard he thirsty for my bitch I make her milk him for we killed him Make that boy shit his self like he was Lack tobing In the bil let the mac go hit the fist to your back porch Put foot prints in your back door now they feared spiders and shiraq nose Phobia that's the definition for them extra nigga That be google my lyrics like I ain't the best who did it Step on them niggas don't know how long I been telling them niggas They stealing my swag I develop them niggas Baton Rouge Jay z Rockafella lil nigga Could cut off the beat Acappella it really don't matter Can tell you story's bout them letters lotta tears and blood shetters Hook: You know lil lu gon hold it down You gotta just the only round Ay you better just slow it down Cause when it up it's be going down Trap baby I was born in the kitchen What you scoring what's the ticket You wouldn't going in them trenches nigga We run the streets off he got coins on them bitches Up in traffic we blow him like hoeings in the trenlims Outro: Lil one hotter then a stolen fire arm with a body on it