Gucci Mane, Rich Homie Quan and Peewee Longway - Hol Up

Drop a 4 50, make her cry
I made 20 million doing what I been doing
Why would I change my style
I'm slicker than that nigga Oliver, oh
My pockets on poppin, man
They out of this world
A hundred bricks I'm flippin
Make me feel like I'm on tour
The more chickens I get, it make me want more
I'm cookin up dope, on my glass stove
Whippin up a glass vat
Whippin up a glass flow
I been geeked up the last 20
Years, so how could I crash, hoe
Media take out just made me fire my last hoe
Fired a stick at the hoe
Told her kiss my ass, hoe
In the Bentley drivin on 24s
That's what I'm drivin fast for
So geeked up, that's why we crash it
Me and Longway poppin Molly
So no more spazin
Atlanta 2013, but every verse a classic
Got on baby Jesus pieces
Shout out Ol Dirty Bastard

We goin make a movie, let the camera record
Doin numbers and rap, watchin over my back
Feelin pairanoid this bitch in my Coope, me
And Gucci goin crash
Got 50 thousand in cash hol up, hol up
Hol up, hol up

Hol up, hoe
Your ass too fat, might break my bankroll
Go slower, hoe
Diamonds on the Coope, look like I'm swangin
Hoe longway tattoos rain
Sippin on mud and got that bank
Just sold dope
Now I'm in the club twistin my fingers
Gave her an assist, my career bangin
Rockin Lambos, now my chain just blangin
Me, Wap and Rich Homie, we leavin
Make it stain
Thugger sends shots, we don't take no train

We goin make a movie, let the camera record
Doin numbers and rap, watchin over my back
Feelin pairanoid this bitch in my Coope, me
And Gucci goin crash
Got 50 thousand in cash hol up, hol up
Hol up, hol up

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