Da Bookwriter - Hol' Up Bro

Send me your addy, I cannot focus I'm on a addy
Hol' up bro
She is a baddie, she know her father, but call me daddy
Hol' up bro
We in a caddy, she a white girl, her name is Gabby
She gotta fatty, fuck her from pitty, her name is paddy
Cops tryna grab me, hol' up bro
I can just have the goons roll up bro
Smoking that weed never roll up bro
Wasn't invited why show up bro
Celebrate life when we po' up bro
First I just scramble the eggs (Eggs)
Then I just eat that shit up (Eat it)
I put that leaf in my cup (I do)
Drink tea when I heat that shit up
Make batter and beet that shit up (Beat it)
She poke that meat when it's tough (Poke it)
Chicken I season it up
She put that beef in my gut (Come on)
That's what I mean when it's hot in the kitchen
My niggas pull up and got glocks with extensions
You niggas keep talking, we is not with the mentions
You niggas be claiming they opps you pretending
I'm hot I can see my own breathe like it's winter
I'm best and you niggas the least like a renter
I rake it and make my own paper like printers
Not with the dumb shit we run shit like sprinters
That mac card, that black card be swiping like Tinder
I'm counting so much money I some splinters
My niggas be chopping them trees he yell timber
She touch her whole chin with her knees she so limber
Hang with the squad and come fuck with some winners
Grinding so hard I forgot to eat dinner
Don't got the time to fall back like November
I am the king like a Lion I'm
Simba
Niggas be lyin'
Niggas complain they ain't score but ain't trying
I want it, I see it in store then I'm buying
She gotta boyfriend but still she be eying
Can't be ya sneaky link, hol' up bro
Got drip like a leaky sink, hol' up bro
Eating on greasy wings, hol' up bro
Steak rare you can see the pink, hol' up bro
Yall thirsty y'all niggas be needing a drink
And it's cold out my nigga I'm needing a mink
She text me and said that we needed to link
And this right off the top I ain't needing to think
Send me your addy, I cannot focus I'm on a addy
Hol' up bro
She is a baddie, she know her father, but call me daddy
Hol' up bro
We in a caddy, she a white girl, her name is Gabby
She gotta fatty, fuck her from pitty, her name is paddy
Cops tryna grab me, hol' up bro
Yeah, yeah hol' up bro
Yeah, yeah, hol' up bro

Written by:
Kulani Cole

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