A Kid Name Cus - Hold Up lyrics

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A Kid Name Cus - Hold Up lyrics

Yay! n***a what's the hold up Tell that to b**h hold up Boy! [Chorus X2] p**y n***a playin with the paper, hold up Frontin' on the stash with the grip, hold up Shawty blowing up the phone, told her hold up n***a get your own brick, what's the hold up [Verse 1] Yay! Broke n***as pay 'em no mind Nah b**h I don't wanna f** Wish a n***a try and run up on me [?] Money like a I pull up in a Brinks 24K on the link He ain't got to give it, I'mma take mine Hungry young n***as [?] My connect look just like Diego [?] I'ma leave what I came for n***as goin' shoot when I say so Lawyer goin' handle that case load Sharks in that water n***a swim Had one shot so I threw it at the rim She took one until the n***a started rapping [?] Then hung around a n***a with a M Bet a n***a gonna give it to you for the pay Headshot, No. 1 is on the way Green light when a n***a on the safe Got him for the two guns and a brick out the safe Young n***a with the strap [?], n***a suicide driller Countin' on this blood money Can't put it in the bank, gotta stash it in the ceiling [Chorus X2] p**y n***a playin with the paper, hold up Frontin' on the stash with the grip, hold up Shawty blowing up the phone, told her hold up n***a get your own brick, what's the hold up [Verse 2] n***a came from the slums and the sewers, (Ha) Still drug money spent it with the j**elers, (Right!) Bunch of soft guys on computers, (Boy!) Best put some respect on the shooter (Yay!) Cut a f** n***a some slack, usually I don't n***a I'll risk it all, if you think I won't (Boy!) For the money I'ma take mine Glock .40 on the waist line Ain't nothing sweet about 'em If I was you I wouldn't taste mine When I don't got a bed, drop in at the vault I sleep on that money, and play on that court [Bridge] AK-47, handguns with extenders While your homeboy getting robbed where was your antennas? But you be on point tho Heads or tails, just a coin toss Up and down in inner state Main objective is to get the joints off [Chorus X2] p**y n***a playin with the paper, hold up Frontin' on the stash with the grip, hold up Shawty blowing up the phone, told her hold up n***a get your own brick, what's the hold up