Hold Up Songtext
von Rob49

Here (here), Baltimore, to a Robert, crazy man
Yeah, hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up)
Yeah, hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up)
Yeah, hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up)
Yeah, hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up)

Yeah, I put two hundred dollars on tuck, I′m lit, they know what's up
This ain′t dreaded top till the sevens cost a buck uh
I been out just saving niggas, big bro don't fuck him up uh
But he still fucked him up, just living what he taught uh
This my club called three thousands, and this ain't in the stores (this ain′t in the stores)

Why he stopped from trapping (yeah), I′m tired of ducking laws (I'm tired of ducking laws)
I know my V′s on 10 once all them choppers get involved
49 and living legend, to my city I'm a guard yeah
Freak bitch, come through your ditty (come through your ditty)
I know he out a different hood, but bros get ridin′ with me
He treat them glocks like them choppers, attach them with switches
No I can't tuck, they know it′s up, once I touch I'm different


Yeah, hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Tell them pull up (tell them pull up), tell them pull up, yeah
Cut me muddy (cut me muddy), cut me muddy (cut me), yeah

Perkins give them chills (yeah)
We do that shit for real (we do that shit for real)
Fuck, I was just bumming, they wasn't helping in the field
Go act like I wasn taking shit like bullying was a skill (yeah)
Now we pull up Mazi S50 for the thrill (S50 for the thrill)
Point seven niggas for real (yeah), 300 shots on top (300 shots on top)

When D said he was gonna rob them niggas I paid him with some luck (I paid him with some luck)
Last time I talked to him, said he was gonna rob a bank
Last time I talked to my bro, he said he gonna die for taint
Yeah, he too real to put his mask on can′t leave no witness, dawg
Can′t have them niggas rhyme if he gonna tell me what he's up
Can′t have no nigga rhyme if he ain't living what he wrote
Feel him walking, how he talk? In the bushes like he′s stuck

Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Pull some more (pull, pull), pull some more yeah


Rest my auntie Donna yeah
Rest wine, he was a monster yeah
Free K, he played late like on the plug, he was a socket
My pops act like a mobster (yeah)
My mama been a gangster

My uncle killed for rank this shit to two like, fuck he thinking
Do you know I miss you? Yeah
Wish I was right there with you (wish I was right there with you)
'Cause when you left, I lost myself can′t say what I got into (can't say what I got into)

Sometimes I do feel guilty (yeah)
One cop that coat, we rent it (yeah)
One fuck that bro, we stoke (yeah)
One drill, how you a shrillin' (yeah)

Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Hold up, hold up (hold up), hold up, hold up (hold up, holdp up, hold up), yeah
Pull some more (pull), pull some more (pull some more)
It′s D.O.S.D (it′s D.O.S.D)