Cheldon McQueen - Hold Up lyrics

[Hook] Whoa now, haters gonna hate I throw my fork down, get that beef up off my plate You better hold up, wait a minute wait You're talking bullsh** that don't matter anyway [Verse 1: Andrew] Yo, b**h, stop your whining, cause it's driving me crazy Your name calling is lame and your insults are lazy I think it'd be better for everyone if you never spoke again I'd say that's the first step if you ever wanna have some friends But I guess that you don't ever plan on that Cause it just ain't realistic You'll be alone for eternity Just twisted and sadistic Give yourself a hand, what you're doin is really worth it When you make yourself look like a jacka**, man That sh** is picture perfect [Hook] [Verse 2: Dean] I say "f** nah!" when I see that beef up on my plate Gavin never left no food up on his plate Haters gonna hate, what the f** can I do? Put all the beef up in a pot and make a stew What's the f**ing point of being a b**h Talking sh** on the internet and all that bullsh**? Say it to my face if you've got a f**ing problem Don't gotta worry cause I can f**ing solve 'em Y'all p**y-a** b**hes get the sh** up out my face Keep acting up, you'll get your body in a brace I know that you never even got to first base But what'd I even do to you in the first place? [Hook] [Verse 3: Cheldon McQueen] Hold up, put the fork down Like a m**m, put the fork down They hate me like a sport now But I ball on them, n***a what now? Haters gonna hate I tell them say it to my face Cause all these forks up in the room And your girl still wanna spoon So where my bu*ter knife is? Cause the kid trying to spread I mean it's hard to get up in her, can a n***a get some credit? Cause she's gonna take the credit, debits and the pets If you're trying to call it off, it's off, off with your neck, hold up I kind of need this thing, so you think you could wait like a couple hundred years? sh**, at least a couple decades At least enough to get laid At least enough so I can take you to my homes like we eses You know I'm playing with you, quit trying to leash me up But hypothetically, como se dice "s** these coconuts?" You'll get it when you're older We've got a phrase for you haters in the industry: Free promotion, bruh [Hook] [Verse 4: Travis] I got all these people saying to me, "You're in a rap group? But you're so quiet, oh my god, you really threw me for a loop! My head is spinning, I'm feeling like I'm being duped You're like a skinny Biggie, white Weezy, you're like a young Snoop!" I laugh and nod and say "That might not be true, but thanks Though, in the future please refrain from saying that I'm like Wayne." To my face you're talking to me about how our sh**'s the bomb And when I'm gone you post our vids on ComedyCentral.com "Make fun of this dumb b**h" is what your comment did say And for some reason you also said that my roommate is super gay Hate on me all you want, but why bring Shelly Jax into this? And why do you feel the need to bring up the fact he macks on dicks? You're one to talk, spend all your time a-blowin that tree You got nothing to show, is that why you're jealous of us three? You act like we're buds, pal, but I know you're talking sh** Cause the sh** is on your lips and I watch it drip, drip, drip [Hook]