Yeah
Its with a x nigga
Fxce
Honestly I think this trap shit got a hold on me
I went from playing basketball to making bow money
Got tired of selling weed so I start making road money
My first hundred thousand streams I was happy now it's old to me
Nigga that's some real shit I cant make this up
If you don't give your man's a hand out I guess you're fake as f*ck
You broke as hell from looking at your hands you have no paper cuts
I seen a grown man turn into a zombie of a paper cup
This wock you got to tilt it upside down you can't just shake this up
Don't even kill that little nigga just go shake em up
This white Runtz it came vacuum sealed you gotta break it up
My Chop like the fall this bitch a leave(leaf) you so they can rake you up
(That shit gone go over they head)
But f*ck it if I really want him dead then that nigga dead
If I'm not sleeping with a bitch it's a drac laying in my bed
My man's got a warrant if we get pulled over then he acting sped
How you trying to start some beef and you don't even got no bread
Riding with five sticks up in the whip its just me and my mans
And if i ain't riding with my nigga then im by myself
I told my glock keep on acting up I'm hitting you with the belt
Hold on... nigga slow down
I thought I seen a opposition with his pants down
Unk said back in my day we threw them hands down
I'm like unk we been pick them flickers up and put them hands down
It's crazy ten thousand dollars today is like a band now
Everybody want to be a gangsta is a trend now
In high school I like this bitch so bad I told my friends bout her
Ironic I just seen her the other day and she a fan now
If your man's down don't give him a hand out because his hands out
Invest in him that little band gone turn into a ten now
Don't pull up in my driveway go to the tan house
My ex bitch asked me how I been I whipped a ten out
Little nigga thats ben ten benn thuggin since a little kid
This Glock eighteen got a switch too this bitch just built in
If I walk nigga down it's by myself it ain't no loose ends
Only thing I need is my drac f*ck some new friends nigga
Babyfxce E - Hold on Me Lyrics
Babyfxce E - Hold on Me Lyrics
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English
Yeah
Its with a x nigga
Fxce
Honestly I think this trap shit got a hold on me
I went from playing basketball to making bow money
Got tired of selling weed so I start making road money
My first hundred thousand streams I was happy now it's old to me
Nigga that's some real shit I cant make this up
If you don't give your man's a hand out I guess you're fake as f*ck
You broke as hell from looking at your hands you have no paper cuts
I seen a grown man turn into a zombie of a paper cup
This wock you got to tilt it upside down you can't just shake this up
Don't even kill that little nigga just go shake em up
This white Runtz it came vacuum sealed you gotta break it up
My Chop like the fall this bitch a leave(leaf) you so they can rake you up
(That shit gone go over they head)
But f*ck it if I really want him dead then that nigga dead
If I'm not sleeping with a bitch it's a drac laying in my bed
My man's got a warrant if we get pulled over then he acting sped
How you trying to start some beef and you don't even got no bread
Riding with five sticks up in the whip its just me and my mans
And if i ain't riding with my nigga then im by myself
I told my glock keep on acting up I'm hitting you with the belt
Hold on... nigga slow down
I thought I seen a opposition with his pants down
Unk said back in my day we threw them hands down
I'm like unk we been pick them flickers up and put them hands down
It's crazy ten thousand dollars today is like a band now
Everybody want to be a gangsta is a trend now
In high school I like this bitch so bad I told my friends bout her
Ironic I just seen her the other day and she a fan now
If your man's down don't give him a hand out because his hands out
Invest in him that little band gone turn into a ten now
Don't pull up in my driveway go to the tan house
My ex bitch asked me how I been I whipped a ten out
Little nigga thats ben ten benn thuggin since a little kid
This Glock eighteen got a switch too this bitch just built in
If I walk nigga down it's by myself it ain't no loose ends
Only thing I need is my drac f*ck some new friends nigga
Its with a x nigga
Fxce
Honestly I think this trap shit got a hold on me
I went from playing basketball to making bow money
Got tired of selling weed so I start making road money
My first hundred thousand streams I was happy now it's old to me
Nigga that's some real shit I cant make this up
If you don't give your man's a hand out I guess you're fake as f*ck
You broke as hell from looking at your hands you have no paper cuts
I seen a grown man turn into a zombie of a paper cup
This wock you got to tilt it upside down you can't just shake this up
Don't even kill that little nigga just go shake em up
This white Runtz it came vacuum sealed you gotta break it up
My Chop like the fall this bitch a leave(leaf) you so they can rake you up
(That shit gone go over they head)
But f*ck it if I really want him dead then that nigga dead
If I'm not sleeping with a bitch it's a drac laying in my bed
My man's got a warrant if we get pulled over then he acting sped
How you trying to start some beef and you don't even got no bread
Riding with five sticks up in the whip its just me and my mans
And if i ain't riding with my nigga then im by myself
I told my glock keep on acting up I'm hitting you with the belt
Hold on... nigga slow down
I thought I seen a opposition with his pants down
Unk said back in my day we threw them hands down
I'm like unk we been pick them flickers up and put them hands down
It's crazy ten thousand dollars today is like a band now
Everybody want to be a gangsta is a trend now
In high school I like this bitch so bad I told my friends bout her
Ironic I just seen her the other day and she a fan now
If your man's down don't give him a hand out because his hands out
Invest in him that little band gone turn into a ten now
Don't pull up in my driveway go to the tan house
My ex bitch asked me how I been I whipped a ten out
Little nigga thats ben ten benn thuggin since a little kid
This Glock eighteen got a switch too this bitch just built in
If I walk nigga down it's by myself it ain't no loose ends
Only thing I need is my drac f*ck some new friends nigga
Writer: Efrem Blackwell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC