T Streets - Hold Up lyrics

Ok b**h I'm me, American gangsta Weezy F baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend I ain't far in the danger Clip full of wings Turn you boys into angels Shoot ya in your halo Shoot you like halo New Orleans A-hole Flee-o, Fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm raw like Qualo Ball like gay hoes Weed so strong Its like I twist tornadoes Spit like 9's 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's n***as want problems Well I am problematic It's back to pickin' cotton Cause you n***as cotton candy I'ma east side damu Deep water Shamu Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo Kush and the bamboo p**y in the bedroom Pa** that b**h down like an heirloom Tunechi Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up [Chorus: x2] Hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight f** them other n***as I f** them n***as b**hes Benadryl sh** Trigga finger itchin' Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up b**h I'm streets, I rep that east Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease Kush in the sweets, your b**h in the sheets I f**ed that b**h, mission complete Real n***a talk, gangsta conversation I'm a real n***a don't f** wit' imitations Young Money n***a ain't no limitations I don't play games n***as simulation Which one of y'all n***as say ya bout it? It's a f**ed up world T-Streets take ya out of it That's word to the Glock Glock in the sock Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot Hold up Uh Married to the money You welcome to the reception She came with problems f** it that's my step sons Sleepin' in the Maybach Wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast Turn yo a** to bread crumbs Uh based on a true story I got a million flows they ain't even two stories Sleepin' on the edge I hope I don't toss and turn Shoot down the early bird And that's how I get the worm yeah Real n***a university, alumni Just check my watch And that b**h say sometimes She say when I'm in her It feel like I'm soul searchin' And they say money talks Well its my spokes person Uh grab a star from the sun roof I f** her in her dreams And make her come true, yeah Young Money in the power Send my B's at you like a motherf**in flower Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight f** them other n***as I f** them n***as b**hes Benadryl sh** Trigga finger itchin' Man hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don't make this a gun fight f** them other n***as I f** them n***as b**hes Benadryl sh** Trigga finger itchin' Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up