Trae Tha Truth - Hold Up lyrics
rate meft. Young Jeezy, T.I., Diddy
King motherfucker
Ay yo, some of y'all bitches be motherfucking speeding and talking out of turn
You need to slow the fuck down and hold up, man
Ay yo, Trae The Truth, get at these niggas, come on
I am king, you know what it is
Bitch came up to me, she said, “Who you is?”
You know what I had to tell her
I said, “I'm Diddy, bitch!”
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, wait a minute, bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, I'm just saying
I'm just saying hold up
California 'Rari bitch, top just fold up
Nigga with an attitude, Michael Kors polo
Top will get to popping, make 'em freeze up like a photo
Nightmares ‘bout the feds, smelling like Hermes
Black with a check, now you Cortez
The exorcist nigga, when I roll it turn heads
Put some Ninas to they froze like staring at Medusa hair
You see me in these streets on these beats
With them hoes of the kitchen
A pussy nigga think different, pussy nigga tripping
It's Jizzle from the bottom, die a legend out this bitch
I get to whipping up that four, and get a second out that bitch
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, wait a minute, bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, I'm just saying
King of the streets, twin drops I'm storing
Bitch, I ball for the city, just like my last name Horton
So much green inside the trunk, it should've stayed in the garden
All I do is pay the price, I never ask what they charging
I pull up on your bitch and repossess her like you owe that
Put her in a flick and display her like she was Kodak
King motherfucker, I'm classic like I was throwback
This ain't what you want, pussy nigga, you better know that
Too deep in this 'Rari, something blowing like Bob Marley
Hit my youngin' with a chopper, tell him ride like Harley
I do this for my niggas in the city of the slow shit
Well they pulled up, and they bang something
Them laws come, we don't know shit
Street nigga problems, we don't never duck 'em
I'm an asshole, Trae forever young and fuck 'em
Nuts hanging to the point it ain't nowhere to stuff 'em
I let my chain play, nigga, I don't ever tuck 'em
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, wait a minute, bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, I'm just saying
Jays in the yard, Ki's in the kitchen
AKs in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling
All they yay I been streaming wonder how they never caught me
All I gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer fee
People running at a nigga, know the nigga I got
Yeah, that's above the law, call it what you call it
Don't take no shit ‘cause I ain't no toilet
See me shorty, you see me go
I pulled up, hopped out, sharp as shit
Rolls Royce so big, can't park the shit
You ain't 'bout that life, quit starting shit
‘Cause we ain't gonna wanna hear that ole siren shit
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, bitch, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, wait a minute, bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, I'm just saying
Ay yo, ABN
Trae The Truth
Kings, baby
I got stadium place, bitches
And I ain't just talking to women, neither
