Yea, huh, uh, uh
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Holdup, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Holdup, I'm high as shit, he on my wanted list (My wanted list)
They paid six g's to have him six deep, yea we hitting em
Yea, we hitting him and then we at the crib (We at the crib)
We gonna smoke ourselves to sleep, yea we hella lit (We hella lit)
Yea, huh (Yea) We taking hella drugs (We taking hella drugs)
It don't matter what they are, we still f*ck with them, yea
Mix the codeine in my cup, I mixing my sprite like I'm mixing all my guns (My guns)
Just like Mark, this Cuban hella expensive (It's expensive)
Call me Da Vinci, Red on his face is a lesson (It's a lesson)
Holdup, ay, I'm not one to mess with, I'll dose your best friend
I'm with my gang, I ain't ever alone (Yea)
Bitch think he can press me, I'll hit em in his dome (In his dome)
I think I broke his bone, then I snatched his phone (Snatched his phone)
This weed my natural cologne, I f*ck this bitch and then I send her home
I just got 14 grams, I get hella bands
This shit be hitting harder then the weed out on the street
Yea, Big bag, Big bands, This shit ain't no joke
Be putting your perks to jokes
Lighting a blunt then he get smoked, Got 14 grams that I rolled (That I roll)
Got some deals that I just closed, You ain't here you ain't even close
I'm a little stupid so I don't know (I don't know)
I just do what I'm told, I just get what I'm sold
Yea, we the presidents, we don't ever gotta vote (We don't gotta vote)
Holdup
Yea, Yea, Holdup
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Yea, huh, uh, uh
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Holdup, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Holdup, I'm high as shit, he on my wanted list (My wanted list)
They paid six g's to have him six deep, yea we hitting em
Yea, we hitting him and then we at the crib (We at the crib)
We gonna smoke ourselves to sleep, yea we hella lit (We hella lit)
Yea, huh (Yea) We taking hella drugs (We taking hella drugs)
It don't matter what they are, we still f*ck with them, yea
Mix the codeine in my cup, I mixing my sprite like I'm mixing all my guns (My guns)
Just like Mark, this Cuban hella expensive (It's expensive)
Call me Da Vinci, Red on his face is a lesson (It's a lesson)
Holdup, ay, I'm not one to mess with, I'll dose your best friend
I'm with my gang, I ain't ever alone (Yea)
Bitch think he can press me, I'll hit em in his dome (In his dome)
I think I broke his bone, then I snatched his phone (Snatched his phone)
This weed my natural cologne, I f*ck this bitch and then I send her home
I just got 14 grams, I get hella bands
This shit be hitting harder then the weed out on the street
Yea, Big bag, Big bands, This shit ain't no joke
Be putting your perks to jokes
Lighting a blunt then he get smoked, Got 14 grams that I rolled (That I roll)
Got some deals that I just closed, You ain't here you ain't even close
I'm a little stupid so I don't know (I don't know)
I just do what I'm told, I just get what I'm sold
Yea, we the presidents, we don't ever gotta vote (We don't gotta vote)
Holdup
Yea, Yea, Holdup
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Holdup, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Holdup, I'm high as shit, he on my wanted list (My wanted list)
They paid six g's to have him six deep, yea we hitting em
Yea, we hitting him and then we at the crib (We at the crib)
We gonna smoke ourselves to sleep, yea we hella lit (We hella lit)
Yea, huh (Yea) We taking hella drugs (We taking hella drugs)
It don't matter what they are, we still f*ck with them, yea
Mix the codeine in my cup, I mixing my sprite like I'm mixing all my guns (My guns)
Just like Mark, this Cuban hella expensive (It's expensive)
Call me Da Vinci, Red on his face is a lesson (It's a lesson)
Holdup, ay, I'm not one to mess with, I'll dose your best friend
I'm with my gang, I ain't ever alone (Yea)
Bitch think he can press me, I'll hit em in his dome (In his dome)
I think I broke his bone, then I snatched his phone (Snatched his phone)
This weed my natural cologne, I f*ck this bitch and then I send her home
I just got 14 grams, I get hella bands
This shit be hitting harder then the weed out on the street
Yea, Big bag, Big bands, This shit ain't no joke
Be putting your perks to jokes
Lighting a blunt then he get smoked, Got 14 grams that I rolled (That I roll)
Got some deals that I just closed, You ain't here you ain't even close
I'm a little stupid so I don't know (I don't know)
I just do what I'm told, I just get what I'm sold
Yea, we the presidents, we don't ever gotta vote (We don't gotta vote)
Holdup
Yea, Yea, Holdup
Writer: Zach Federow, Chad Longeway, Daniel Byers
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: AyaMorii
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Zach Federow, Chad Longeway, Daniel Byers