No Pt - Let Me Hold You (Live)

With yo bitch tryna see what these bands do
No I cannot cuff a bitch if she ran through
Clicking shit like I'm changing the channel
In New York with a thirty like Julius randle
Glockie on me boy you ain't getting beat up
I'm off a o x y finna beat guts
Somewhere in the hills niggas can't even reach us
Already on top niggas can't even see up
This hoe hit my phone said put me in a song
Played it right with the bitch now I'm doing her wrong
Man I just hit once she won't leave me alone
I Feel like they won't fuck with me til I'm on
Nigga said he gone kill me come and do it than
He spent his last on blick better use it than
No I can't save her I'm Eli not Superman
I'm putting crème on her face like she Gucci mane

She be playing when she hit my phone I don't type back
They said Eli been gone for too long I'll be right back
These bullets hit harder than Tyson fight back
Bet niggas gone turn into Tyson and bite that
Boy I'll treat a nigga like clothes and fold you
Everything foreign my clothes and hoes too
She say I know that loving and shit was the old you but
Let me hold you

I'm still in the in cut like incisions
Be rich or go broke that's an easy decision
Shiting just wasn't adding up had to do some division
He miss her I ran into her now she missing
I'm different I handle my business
Go to sleep touching money wake up having visions
She won't let me b Since I cardi the lenses
He snitching he do it all for the bitches
Like a good db niggas ain't getting passes
Said he wanted smoke now the nigga just ashes
Fn plastic foreign to fast I'ma crash it
Shawty know ima beat it like Cassius
Don't make it hot shawty take ya clothes off
Sipping on wock nigga bout to doze off
I'm in the jeep nigga took the doors off
Like a Blue pill I could never go soft
Sick Nigga I need me a check up
You'll be stupid to pull and test us
Say dumb ass go put the vest up
Cause my niggas aiming for the neck up
Like a pool we leave niggas wet up
Niggas mustard they could never catch up
If it ain't bout money just dead it
Run to that check we could never let up

She be playing when she hit my phone I don't type back
They said Eli been gone for too long I'll be right back
These bullets hit harder than Tyson fight back
Bet niggas gone turn into Tyson and bite that
Boy I'll treat a nigga like clothes and fold you
Everything foreign my clothes and hoes too
She say I know that loving and shit was the old you but
Let me hold you

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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