Hold Up

Ok now, Hold up mothafucka
Step to me, you gone get shut up
Never run up, on a goat
Unless you planned on getting foldedX2
I been focused, I been crazy focused, so just trust me
Spittin over sick ass beats, ayo
This flow is dis, gust, ting
I might just pull up in my city
Bumpin this shit, in the whip
They say J.C. where you been?
I tell em making these hits!
I go crazy!
Spazzin out, at any time like a baby
Sorry Izzy, that’s my cousin
Just incase the haters wonderin
Never fumbulin, on the mic
When somebody, pass it to me
Throw that shit, launch that bitch
And I’m running passed the 50
Gettin jiggy, wit my girl
While we sippin, 50 50
That’s just half and half, BITCH
I dont need the liquor in me
Women mad
Niggas envy
Life’s too short, do ya get me
Playin uno with my mom, that shit fun
Until she skip me
Draw 2 Hahaha
Now I’m chillin with the squad
Rondon, B.A.C.,
And ya boi JC, THA GOD
We go hard, in the paint
She love the way a brotha think
Plus, this D, is a trap
And she knows, that’s no de-bate
(Bait)
Ok now, Hold up mothafucka
Step to me, you gone get shut up
Never run up, on a goat (bitch)
Unless you planned on getting foldedX4