It’s a Hold Up

Lyrics

[Intro] L.A.R.S It's a hold up [Hook: King Gordy] When I run up, this is a hold up, ain't nothin' funny Stop smilin', don't nothin' better move but the money Don't nothin' better move but the money Don't nothin' better move but the money [Verse 1: Bizarre] I don't verify niggas I terrify niggas Shoot the hair off y'all niggas, eat the hair of yall niggas Get him gone, do him wrong Hit him long, get him a palm Wanted in twenty states, been on twenty case Fuck the cops I done shot twenty Daves Cocaine addict and sniffed twenty plates Been on twenty dates it's been twenty rapes Don't know no blood but I ate plenty grapes Fuck a lot of bitches and smack plenty apes I'm out here fucking bitches telling them I'm still twenty eight So what up bitch where's my birthday cake [Hook: King Gordy] When I run up, this is a hold up, ain't nothin' funny Stop smilin', don't nothin' better move but the money Don't nothin' better move but the money Don't nothin' better move but the money [Verse 2: King Gordy] Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Cruisin' down Van-Dyke passin' the blunt To my goon pretty soon he'll be laughing cause what Took your money in front of your baby mama nigga what Pump her ass savages, degradin' shit and damage it When the can is spit your adams apple it has been split Ridin' up in other niggas projects throwing gang signs Give a fuck what you claim I'ma bang mine Straight eighth nines blaze place breaks fines You look you shook I shot em on facebook live This ain't nothing but the east side in the summertime Cops get behind us hit the corner ima run with mine My hood tatted on me are art robbers Drug dealers thug killers can't none of yall stop us Fuckin' call the coppers, man go get the chopper Make it seem like an opera, goin' to jail is not an option [Hook: King Gordy] When I run up, this is a hold up, ain't nothin' funny Stop smilin', don't nothin' better move but the money Don't nothin' better move but the money Don't nothin' better move but the money