[Intro]
(You now rocking with 'Nata)

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
I was stuck on the block, havin' dream I win
And I was servin' in the back, havin' 'em three for ten
Bitch, you can't baller block, bitch, you can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm a real n***a from the gang, ain't no copy
Every night, morning, day, I'm wakin' up on Spruce
Hear mama, grandma talkin', who done dropped the juice?
Still sleepin' on the floor, thinkin' how I'ma get this dough
Boy, I might slip it then, nowadays all I need is dough
Death in the family, how I'ma take it? I'ma go up
Stress lead to death, so on God, I'ma take it
But you n***as know what it be 'bout, ain't drinkin' more than usual
Thinkin' up late, ain't no mind 'cause I wasn't usin' 'em
Thinkin' with my head, not that one, but the bread
And Blim brack it all and split the money, so who fed?
Bitch, you can't baller block, bitch, you can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm a real n***a from the gang, ain't no copy

[Chorus: Slim 400]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch n***a, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch n***a, hold up
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
I ain't walkin' in no spot if they don't let me get the stick in
N***a say he with it, send a check, let it kick in
I'm hella disrespectful, in your face, I'm tryna spit in
Bet I introduce him to a trunk, make him get in
I bet I have him yellin', "Hold up"
Lately I been on that shit to get your corner tore up
Stackin' up this money, ain't no way to fold up
Play with me, ain't no mistakin', bitch, you know we go up
I do it for the hood, and bitch, I do it for the city
Bitch, I'm with the shit, everything about me shitty
N***as out here pussy with it, should've been a kitty
And I don't play no games, I'm a man, nothin' kiddy
And we ain't got no time to be out talkin', we just tryna see that action
'93, certified bull, John Paxton
Gotta run it back for any n***a that was lackin'
This for them n***as that get it poppin' or get it crackin'

[Chorus: Slim 400]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch n***a, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch n***a, hold up
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Ayy, huh, huh, BIP to Blim, I used to be with him
Huh, tell a bitch n***a hold up, you can't stop shit
Private jet, bitch suckin' my dick in the cockpit
Ho had a chastity belt, I had a lockpick
Watch this
Huh, you can't baller block not nothing
Ayy, huh, I got choppers in the red if a n***a start somethin'
Huh, we got hollow tips for the arguments
Street fight, quick as hell with the Ryu, Ken
Huh, uppercut, huh, with the special fix
Ayy, hundred round on that— nah, yeah, you stretched
Huh, mix the— woo, with that— nah, now it's stretched
Huh, traponomics, n***a
Huh, got my hobbies, n***a
Nah, them my hobbies, n***a
Uh, we can squabble, n***a
Uh, hit your, uh, baby mama, made her a waffle her, n***a
Huh, get your words together, huh, this ain't Boggle, n***a
Huh, we bookoo-boppin' n***as

[Chorus: Slim 400]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch n***a, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch n***a, hold up