Hold Up

OK Bitch I'm me, American gangsta Weezy F baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the danger Clip full of wings, Turn you boys into angels Shoot ya in your halo, Shoot you like halo New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm raw like Qualo, Ball like gay hoes Weed so strong Its like I twist tornadoes Spit like 9's, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's Niggas want problems, Well I am problematic It's back to pickin' cotton Cause you niggas cotton candy I'ma east side damu, Deep water Shamu Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo Kush and 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 Hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigga finger itchin' Hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigga finger itchin' Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Bitch I'm streets, I rep that east Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in da 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 wit' imitations Young Money nigga ain't no limitations I don't play games niggas simulation Which one of y'all niggas say ya bout it? It's a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it That's word to the glock. Glock in the sock Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot Hold up Uh, Married to the money, You welcome to the reception She came with problems, Fuck it that's my step sons Sleepin' in the Maybach, Wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast Turn yo ass to bread crumbs Uh based on a true story, I got a million flows they ain't even two stories Sleepin' 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 check my watch And that bitch say sometimes She say when I'm in her It feel like I'm soul searchin' And they say money talks, Well its my spokes person Uh grab a star from the sun roof I fuck her in her dreams And make her come true, yeah Young Money in the power Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin flower Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigga finger itchin' Man hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigga finger itchin' Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up