Hold up, Hold up
Make a goofy op dance
Throw my bomb from lil boogie
Said he'll take it out your hands
Nike hoodie
With the goodies
Thats me, with the pants
Don’t try to fuck a rookie
I'm only copping for the brand
Aim it at his dome
He running, thats a mac
And he tripped over her shoes
(Gunshots)
Right in his back
Hold up, Hold
Yeah, we blowing like some glass
You think my crib being raided
From all this fucking gas
Pull up, Pull up
Leave his body on the grass
So his momma, she come home
To see her sons filthy ass
She dropped to the ground
To see her son just past
Groceries all around
But damn, he's not last
Now, i don’t need no punchline
For you to get the message
Imma send one of my bloodlines
So, theres no second guessing
My words, they're like sunshine
Yeah, I'm a fucking blessing
But, only sometimes
Call me ranch, I be dressing