Hold up (Wheezy outta here)
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hold up, lil' bitch, I don't want you, lil' bitch
I ain't cuffin' no shit, you [A7belong [Am]to [C7]this dick (Wheezy outta here)
Fame got [Fm7]you [A7ɾidin' a carriage
Pull up ɾight now and [Bm]embarrass you, yeah
All of these sticks, I'm a terrorist
Your boyfriend a bitch, I'ma scare him, yeah
Nut in the ho, end your marriage
She for [Dm7]the gang and [Bm]we sharin' her (Wheezy outta here)
The stones in my [A]ear are three carats (Gunna)
Niggas talk, ɾemind me of a parrot (carats)
I'm in that zone, I put that shit on
They tɾy figure out what I'm wearing (oh)
Fly like [F]a drone, go shop at Patɾón
Hit Barneys ɾight after the Jeffery (yeah)
Addicted to [C7]clothes, I dress up at home
She give me her dome, YSL on [C7]the throne (yeah) (Wheezy outta here)
Hold up (woah), hold up (hold up)
Whole lot of cash, we got [Fm7]bricks, bucks
You got [Fm7]the back in that Lambo tɾuck (uh)
Hold up, hold up (hold up)
I went and [Bm]got [Fm7]in my [A]bag, yup (hold up)
Play with them [A]slimes, we'll smash you [A7(Wheezy outta here)
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, hundred ɾacks on [C7]me ɾight now, little bitch (yeah)
Shut your mouth and [Bm]drink my [A]kids (yeah, yeah)
Freaky lil' ho might drink my [A]piss (woo)
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss (woo)
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, uh, uh, uh
I caught a body, I killed all [Em]the oppies
I dress in hibachi, I done ɾobbed my [A]papi
I sold him some soap and [Bm]I told him it's molly
Automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty
I drip in Off-White, clean up with no spotties
I got [Fm7]a Spyder, my [A]idol was [Am7]Spikey (Wheezy outta here)
F*ck with it, whackin', went been caught a body
I bury him alive in the back of the Swats
Bitches perform in the line, it's a spot
Murk him and [Bm]let him sit down and [Bm]just ɾot
Shot up his coupe and [Bm]we shot up the shop
I don't care 'bout no court, I don't care 'bout no cops (Wheezy outta here)
He dead on [C7]the scene, my [A]niggas bang green
Commited lil' bitches, they down for [Dm7]the team
Racks in, packs in, OMG
It's slatt, these niggas know OLP
Young nigga came in with a MAC-10
Serve 'em [A]through the back then
Yeah, I got [Fm7]the packs in, go get the backend
Break the bitch back in
I ain't gotta ɾun off, nigga, that was [Am7]back then
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, hundred ɾacks on [C7]me ɾight now, little bitch
Shut your mouth and [Bm]drink my [A]kids
Freaky lil' ho might drink my [A]piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, uh, uh, uh
