Yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

I put two hunnid thou' on tuck I'm lit, they know what's up, uh

Bitch, I'm dreaded top tier, the Sevens cost a buck, uh

I've been out here saving ****, big bro, don't fuck 'em up, uh

But he still fucked 'em up, just living what he talked, uh

This my cut cold three thousand, this ain't in the stores

Why he stopped from trappin'? I'm tired of duckin' laws

I know my V's on ten once all them choppas get involved

Four-Nine a living legend, to my city I'm a god, yeah

Freak bitch, come do your duty

I know he out a different hood, but broski riding with me

He treat them Glocks' like them choppas, attached them with switches

No, I can't tuck they know what's up once I touch down I'm dippin', yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Tell 'em pour up, tell 'em pour up, yeah

Cup be mudded, cup be mudded, yeah

Perkies give 'em chills, we do that shit for real

Fuck, I was just bummin', they weren't helping in the ville, uh

Go act like I wasn't taking shit like bullying was a skill

Now we pull up Mozzie, ask 50 with the thrill

Point seven **** for real, three hunnid shots on tuck

When D said he was gon' rob them ****, I prayed it was the luck, uh

Last time I talked to him, said he was gon' rob a bank

Last time I talked to my bro T, he say he gon' die for tank

Yeah, he too real to put his mask on, can't leave no witness, dawg

Can't have them **** rob me if he gon' tell me what he saw

Can't have no **** rob me if he ain't living what he wrote

If he don't walk like how he talk in the bushes like he stalk

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Pour some more, pour some more

Rest my auntie Dana

Rest Wyn, he was a monster

Free K, he played late

Like I'm the plug, he was the socket

My pops act like a mobster

My momma been a gangsta

My uncle killed for rank

This shit the truth, like fuck he thinking

Do you know I miss you?

Wish I was right there with you

'Cause when you left, I lost myself

Can't say what I got into

Sometimes I do feel guilty

Won't cop that car we rented

Won't fuck that broad we stalked

Won't drill how you was drillin'

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah

Pour some more, pour some more