Lil' O

Lil' O - Hold It Down lyrics

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(feat. BFK, Z-Ro)

[talking]

Southsive for live, we balling in the mix

It's going down H-Town for real, pull it out

Let em know, we bout to steal the show

Pull up on 4's, kick down the do, what

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Cause I'ma hold it down, and represent H-Town

They said we wouldn't make it, swore it wasn't going down

But I'ma show em now, that we about to clown

Regulate for Texas state, baby I'ma hold it down yay-yay

[Lil' O]

Hey I'm young dumb full of cum, icy and numb

Block bleeder balla, pass the great pupon

My dress code stay thoed, they be like where you from

I tell em Third Coast Texas race, Houston

And I stop the piece, when my glocks release

Catch me on the Southwest, moving flocks of geese

Talking down on my city, you'll get rocked to sleep

Cause I keep a AK, ready to chop the streets

And I don't need no friends, but I need those ends

I'm trying to get the six double zero Benz

You try to stop that, it'll be your end

We bar none boys, we don't see no men

And we fear no coward, get money and the power

Reign in the states, with the flakes and the flower

Hit clubs on Dubs, standing out like a tower

Hop out in bitches shoes, leaving niggas sour, what

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

[BFK]

I'm a habitual hard knocker, and a menace as well

Blood thirsty like rotweilers, in the kitchen with scales

Chickens and mail, got us dodging prison and jail

Slipping your nail, my niggas off of timid and frail

Like toxic, come up with smells my aroma is stronger

Man water corona, stop on cobonas

We know the ray corners, like we the F-E-D's

Best believe when we squeeze, niggas chests gon bleed

Yes indeed, no doubt we bout to rest emcees

Baller naming as the greatest, full breaded pedigree

Lifestyle and profile, living big celebrity

Never push inside my pride or, integrity

My people deep as a river, bring it on we can rumble

Turning cowards over like fumbles, or my homies the jungle

Street smart and lion hearted, what I started I finish

We provoke it and cause commotion, by the time we done hit it

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

[BFK]

I'ma compose when paper fold, and my attitude's cocky

And dodging and breaking bones pockets, leaving your posse

Sluggish and sloppy, smoking like a broken solloppe

I shake fades and break bread, while I'm blowing on broccoli

My block bleeding blood hounds, stay down like flat tires

Convicted and pass bond, we glisten like selfox

Paper rock path find, ain't no sleeping's the motto

Dehydrated for our dollas, kottenmouth and can't swallow

We Dirty Third desperadoes, dumping ashes on bitches

Mashing on snitches, and pussy glasses matching my bridges

Slagging and slipping, never in my macking and pimping

I game spit your main bitch, never shackle a pigeon

My teeth glisten while they greeting, when I'm bending in women

I'm spinning that pimping, gangsta limping, off of vision and gripping

Adrenaline dripping when I'm pumping, with a passion for stacking

Stanking like walts I catch em, ?charlie hustle in mansions?

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

[Z-Ro: in background]

Yay-ay [x13]

[talking]

Dedicated to the streets of H-Town Texas

The whole Dirty Third, everybody that held a playa down

When it wasn't going down, you know I'm saying

Much love from the Fat Rat With The Cheeze, Lil' O

BFK, Z-Ro, 89 hundred brat

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