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Gucci Mane – Hold Up lyrics
[Verse:]
Drop around with 4-50, 8 made the crowd
And since I made 20 million, who would I change my style for?
I’m slicker than that nigga that’s been Oliver, out full
My pockets on Popeye, that made Oliver my whore
100 bricks I’m clippin, make me feel like I’m on tour
The more tickets they give me man, that must make me want more
I’m cookin up that dough on my glass stove
Whippin up a glass back, workin the glass flow
I’ve been geeked, I’ve done that 20 years so how could I crash hoe?
Media takeout, just made me fire my last hoe
I bought that bitch some magnum stick and told that hoe kiss my ass hoe
I’m in a Bentley sittin on 24, so why drive it fast for?
Me and Homie geeked up, go and drive I’mma crash it
Me and Peewee poppin molly, man don’t tell I’m gon smash it
I’m in a 2013 car but it reverse a classic
I own baby Jesus pieces, shout out old dirty bastard
[Hook:]
We gon make a movie, let the cops record it
Droppin over the way while watchin over my back
Feelin paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid em
Me and Gucci fly, finna climb
Got a 50000 that kind, still look strong
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Stop stop stop
Just my kind of lean now I’m fucked
Feel like I fuck
Let me fuck
Hold up, hold up, hold up
[Verse:]
Hold up hoe
You movin too fast, touchin on my bank roll
Bitch slow up hoe
Forgiatos on the coupe, boy I’m whippin Long Beach like swangers though
Foreign touch his lane, sip that muddy, talk that bang
You’re kind of a dope freak bitch
Don’t bring the car, it’s in my thing
Fiendin like hood rollie, 60 Carrel
Bomb bangin
Rockin leather, 40 polo
Might change it, bling
Me and Guwop and young Rich Homie, we live in the state
Yo thugga thuggin me shots, untraceable mane
[Hook:]
We gon make a movie, let the cops record it
Droppin over the way while watchin over my back
Feelin paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid em
Me and Gucci fly, finna climb
Got a 50000 that kind, still look strong
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Stop stop stop
Just my kind of lean now I’m fucked
Feel like I fuck
Let me fuck
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Drop around with 4-50, 8 made the crowd
And since I made 20 million, who would I change my style for?
I’m slicker than that nigga that’s been Oliver, out full
My pockets on Popeye, that made Oliver my whore
100 bricks I’m clippin, make me feel like I’m on tour
The more tickets they give me man, that must make me want more
I’m cookin up that dough on my glass stove
Whippin up a glass back, workin the glass flow
I’ve been geeked, I’ve done that 20 years so how could I crash hoe?
Media takeout, just made me fire my last hoe
I bought that bitch some magnum stick and told that hoe kiss my ass hoe
I’m in a Bentley sittin on 24, so why drive it fast for?
Me and Homie geeked up, go and drive I’mma crash it
Me and Peewee poppin molly, man don’t tell I’m gon smash it
I’m in a 2013 car but it reverse a classic
I own baby Jesus pieces, shout out old dirty bastard
[Hook:]
We gon make a movie, let the cops record it
Droppin over the way while watchin over my back
Feelin paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid em
Me and Gucci fly, finna climb
Got a 50000 that kind, still look strong
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Stop stop stop
Just my kind of lean now I’m fucked
Feel like I fuck
Let me fuck
Hold up, hold up, hold up
[Verse:]
Hold up hoe
You movin too fast, touchin on my bank roll
Bitch slow up hoe
Forgiatos on the coupe, boy I’m whippin Long Beach like swangers though
Foreign touch his lane, sip that muddy, talk that bang
You’re kind of a dope freak bitch
Don’t bring the car, it’s in my thing
Fiendin like hood rollie, 60 Carrel
Bomb bangin
Rockin leather, 40 polo
Might change it, bling
Me and Guwop and young Rich Homie, we live in the state
Yo thugga thuggin me shots, untraceable mane
[Hook:]
We gon make a movie, let the cops record it
Droppin over the way while watchin over my back
Feelin paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid em
Me and Gucci fly, finna climb
Got a 50000 that kind, still look strong
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Stop stop stop
Just my kind of lean now I’m fucked
Feel like I fuck
Let me fuck
Hold up, hold up, hold up
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