score|swayze & BenJamin Banger - HolUpW8 (feat. Title)

Hold up, wait
Why this nigga rapping bout a Wraith
I bet that nigga never seen a Wraith
I'm still gon rap about a Wraith
Slithering and smiling in your face
That's the definition of a snake
Back biting never had taste
So you should get the fuck up out my face
Hold up, wait
Why these niggas tryna get a plate
Second plate and I ain't even ate
This is why I left y'all at the gate
I was going at my own pace
Niggas wanna turn it to a race
A better me is only getting chased
That's why I'm always in first place
Wait, stop it
Why this nigga never on topic
And somehow that's the hot topic
9th Grade, out at Hot Topic
Shout out to young me, he a wild child
Fou bébé, who's to say
I just might, run it back
Duvernay, fou bébé
Oh I play, beat surei
Flow how I wanna, rhyme how I please
Still looking like '03 Tim Trees
Roll a Zig-Zag, no sticks, no seeds
Never see me bitch about the game, Drew Brees
I'm a good sport cuz I win shit
And you don't win shit cuz you witless
Wayze Baby work without a witness
TM04, roll up out my business
Hold up, wait
Let me put some money in the safe
Just in case I gotta catch a case
I been hot since Diggin In The Crates
Wait, hold up
Niggas running off with my persona
It don't even matter cuz I'm coma
Praying that this money never slow up
Hold up, wait
They sleeping on a nigga like a Serta
But I keep a hundred bands in a Serta
Just so them rainy days can't hurt us
Wait, hold up
Praying that the dogs never fold up
Time to wake em up like Folgers
Cuz I'm coming for what's mine niggas owe us
Hold up, wait a minute
Niggas still hating on the kid
Niggas act like they don't know what it is
Even when they see a nigga really on his shit like
Wait a minute, hold up
You say you getting money, nigga show us
Cuz I been hearing all this talk about beef
When nigga really whole time you's a cold cut
Niggas still don't understand bout the moves and the plays I make
Can't hang around you phony ass fuck niggas I got a whole lotta shit at stake
But I got the upper hand
Hundred styles, hundred ways, see the money dance
And she love how I march with a hundred bands
And you counted me out and you never gave me a chance
Ok I got it man
Been had this shit knocking
Talking the days when I didn't even talk to nobody
And now these bitches hit my line
So they can really give me sloppy ladi-dadi
And I just keep counting the bands up
And this right here the fucking anthem
And she really wanna love a nigga but I'm going ghost like Danny Phantom
Hold up, wait
Let me put some money in the safe
Just in case I gotta catch a case
I been hot since Diggin In The Crates
Wait, hold up
Niggas running off with my persona
It don't even matter cuz I'm coma
Praying that this money never slow up
Hold up, wait
They sleeping on a nigga like a Serta
But I keep a hundred bands in a Serta
Just so them rainy days can't hurt us
Wait, hold up
Praying that the dogs never fold up
Time to wake em up like Folgers
Cuz I'm coming for what's mine niggas owe us

Written by:
Demetrius Kingston, Taulib Wright

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