Hold On Lyrics

Aye

Hold on

In the kitchen I be chopping shit

Know some real killas who body shit

I call them, they goin get to popping shit

Yea

Slow down

All for the money I'm rocking shit

Speak on my gang and I'm dropping shit

Got on Fiji but this ain't designer bitch

Aye

Hold on

In the kitchen I be chopping shit

Know some real killas who body shit

I call them, they goin get to popping shit

Yea

Slow down

All for the money I'm rocking shit

Speak on my gang and I'm dropping shit

Got on Fiji but this ain't designer bitch (Gang)

Look at my pants they on fleek

Rock 23 on my feet

I keep a chop that's on me

Young nigga roll up the gasoline

The shit that I do is a scene

Just bought a new Glock

Yea and it came with a beam

You know I go hard for the team

Vibe in the stu, while I be smoking the dream

Yea I be smoking the dream off of the gas

Bitch you know I'm a Fein

But I ain't fucking with lean

That shit be strong, always make me go to sleep

But you know I cannot sleep

They be like why?

Because I gotta get cheese

Because I gotta get cheese

Feeling like Future

I'm riding round wit the keys

I dropped my top back

I'm trying to feel the luh breeze

While smoking on good pack

With a clear view of the seas

Got on my motherfuckin grind tunnel vision I don't see the hate because I never look back

Was talking to Jaylon he saying Zay fly out to Cali cause we could take off get a big bag

These niggas be hating, these bitches be faking I gotta be safe this new Glock gotta pro mag

No I'm not a gangster I'm just a young nigga who came from the bottom you play get a toe tag

YBG the gang and bitch I'm CEO starting shit from the ground, but you fuck niggas know that

I made my own way ran up 10 racks today you ain't gang don't approach don't step foot on the doormat (Bitch)

Aye

Hold on

In the kitchen I be chopping shit

Know some real killas who body shit

I call them, they goin get to popping shit

Yea

Slow down

All for the money I'm rocking shit

Speak on my gang and I'm dropping shit

Got on Fiji but this ain't designer bitch

Aye

Hold on

In the kitchen I be chopping shit

Know some real killas who body shit

I call them, they goin get to popping shit

Yea

Slow down

All for the money I'm rocking shit

Speak on my gang and I'm dropping shit

Got on Fiji but this ain't designer bitch