SideLine Watching (Hold Up) Songtext
von Lil Uzi Vert

Zaytoven

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don′t got no respect (I don't, I don′t)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

Pull up, I'm suited
And you know I got my toolie (My what?)
Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it (What?)
Heard you pull up, Mini Cooper (Yeah)
Told that lil' bitch that she stupid
Okay, these niggas can′t move me (What?)
Okay, these bitches can′t move me (Chee)
Those are not diamonds, they're rubies (Chee, chee)


Wait that′s not rubies, that's glass (Damn)
Smack that bitch right on the ass (What?)
I know that she′s scared to lose me (What?)
Yeah, my Polo be from Louis (Yeah)
Niggas act like they was rootin' (They was)
But they really be some goofies (They is)
If you don′t like me then sue me (What?)
Yeah, my new girl got that booty (Yeah)

That my new girl up in Gucci
Yeah, what?
That my new girl up in Gucci (What?)
Yeah, what? (Chee)
Spend them bands all up in Gucci (Yeah)
Look at your chain who your Jeweler? (What)
You need to come to my Jeweler (Come on)
I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah)
I put a stick on my Ruger (Bah)
In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah)
Just met her, act like I knew her (I knew her)
'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah)


Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don′t, I don′t)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don′t, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah)
Almost didn′t make it but I made it through (I made it, Yeah)
Gettin' to the money, if you snooze you lose
Woah, you should see the way that they plot on you (What?)
(That they plot on, what?)

Wait, why they plot on me? (Damn)
′Cause they really know it ain't no stopping me (No stopping me)
Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me
Went and did it all night, girl I gotta leave

Yeah, pat your weave down 'fore you see your man
Oh no, now he all mad, everything gon′ hit the fan
I don′t want that, um, again, I don't want, want that again
Even though that girl a ten, think we better off being friends
Sike, I′ma hit that again (Yeah)

I'ma lick that again, I′ma split that again
Now I do what I want, can't do what I can
Think you′re on, not at all, 'cause you know I ball (Yeah, what?)
Boy, I heard you soft, I'ma cop it for the cost
Smoke the gas on my cloth

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don′t got no respect (I don′t, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don′t got no respect (I don't, I don′t)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)