Reeno Limit - No Holding Out (feat. RT Stackzz)

Woedatt

Don't gotta be drip any shoes
I put on for the feet best believe ima step wit em (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Im raising the bar when I speak they already hate gang
So don't try to get next to em
Got a chop for a nigga that thinking shit sweet
Don't ever compete what im best at
Foot on they necks have you bleed out ya neck tat
Aint no helping my team take the refs back
I swear that some niggas be falling in line
But not none of mine
We fall for the benjis
They steady try waisting my time
Whole team got drip
We could hire ya bestie
Riding with poles and its stashed in the renty
Made it known that im back in the city
We staying mobile but passenger litty
Said its up its a Newport committee
They said I've been holding out
Just taking a minute
Them niggas Gon know how im stepping
Off the adrenaline too much be giving
Im really a trapper right now you just listen (Gang ,gang, gang)
When you lack its a way they could get you
Staying tact is the best way that fit you
I rather get grabbed then get caught with a Missile (Rahh-rahh)
Them niggas too happy just watch how that switch do
Said Huh?
You know we be having it
No nigga Matching it (Huh)
Said it its happening (Huh)
Always got hittas with me I ain't gassing it
Couple niggas switched up I ain't Dapping em
Nigga said Ree get bucks and you passing em
Off the Re niggas no I ain't passing it
Every state that I went in I ain't patching in
I ain't jacking it
Now my woedys throw mikes on in the booth (Woedatt)
Skunnits throwing bullets like he cruz
I ain't into showing niggas shit to prove
'18 All these niggas tried to get in tune (Yeah-huh)
But they can't no more
And im still gon stand up on my toes
Don't you ever try come for the Woes
Cause they know yeah they know

If its beef better get you a gun (Grahh)
This shit banging loud like the base of a drum
If you spin better click more than once
Cause we clicking back like boy is you dumb
New opps oot chops we bend
Chase down caught him and his friends (Grahh)
If he trip then I bet he ascend
If he don't me and bro gonna spin it again
This shit could get Rowdy like bro we the rebels
For the drill and I need me a medal
He mention my name and I swear I ain't meant you
Walk up won't spin in no rental
If he spin in a bike he get sh8t of the pedal
It ain't no where to hide I can't get you
These bullets start flying this shit like a missile
If you talking get sh*t in his dental
This is too hot why he thought it was gentle (Like)
You better not slip
Got a Glock and It stay on hip
You better move tact or ya ass getting hit (Like)
(Grahh-Grahh)

Written by:
Marino Matos

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