Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
I do not f*ck these lames
Pussy boy try me, you finna get banged
Got all these bands in my face
Just like your shoes, little bitch, you get laced
They wanna call me insane
Look at me now, little bitch, what you think?
You and me, no we ain't ever the same
Don't need a strap when I let my fists swing
I'ma change the pace
I can't feel a f*cking thing
I be taking all them drugs
'Til I feel like I'm in space
I'ma change the pace
I can't feel a f*cking thing
I be taking all them drugs
'Til I feel like I'm in space
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah
Hold on! Yeah