Hold It Down

Hold it down, hold it down Tell my brudda, hold it down All these haters lurking there And they be sounding like some clowns Hold it down, hold it down My clip holding 40 rounds Hold it down, for your fam Hold it down, for your mans Hold it down, hold it down Tell my brudda, hold it down All these haters lurking there And they be sounding like some clowns Hold it down, hold it down My clip holding 40 rounds Hold it down, for your fam Hold it down, for your mans Don't be worried bout the sound, clip go popping at the crowd Everybody wanna laugh, till they end up running round From my past, in the streets, to the opp thot in the sheets Knowing that I levelled up, now I got the realer team Now they call us the elites, cos they know we back the beef If it's really going down; then I'll bring the shiny blaww Don't be calling me your mate, if you don't appreciate What I'd do to try be great, be the greatest of the great Yeah man fuck the disrespect, cos we unload at you next Don't be thinking that you safe, bloody neck we can relate No we ain't do no debate, yeah it's my way or no way Being selfish man I know, this my time to take my throne Hold it down, hold it down Tell my brudda, hold it down All these haters lurking there And they be sounding like some clowns Hold it down, hold it down My clip holding 40 rounds Hold it down, for your fam Hold it down, for your mans Hold it down, hold it down Tell my brudda, hold it down All these haters lurking there And they be sounding like some clowns Hold it down, hold it down My clip holding 40 rounds Hold it down, for your fam Hold it down, for your mans Oh your mad, oh your bad, don't be talking like a fag Cos I know you'll talk to feds, you a dummy little youth Don't be rocking with a prick, that be why I keep the stick Cos it's Khade who take the blame, see the liars dem are gays See the liars dem a curse, I'm gone make your necky squirt With my bro in beemer, Benz, we do skrr upon the ends Yeah we tapped but we alert, knowing everything you say Bring the haters dem are broke, boy these haters man get poked Man these opp boys think they know, they ain't knowing shit for sho I got Broskis at the back, they be ready make that blow In my mind I do the scheme, and the darkness coming keen Rest in pieces all my opps, rest in peace to Lil Keed Hold it down, hold it down Tell my brudda, hold it down All these haters lurking there And they be sounding like some clowns Hold it down, hold it down My clip holding 40 rounds Hold it down, for your fam Hold it down, for your mans Hold it down, hold it down Tell my brudda, hold it down All these haters lurking there And they be sounding like some clowns Hold it down, hold it down My clip holding 40 rounds Hold it down, for your fam Hold it down, for your mans