[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up (HPG nigga)
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up (Brr Brr)
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up (Catch up, catch up nigga)
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up
DJ Spinz Fuck Nigga
Dun Deal on the Track
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My main bitch, her anklet
‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor
If the bitch violate one time I'ma put her ass on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'mma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
I got eighty chains, I got a hundred rings
And a nigga can’t take my ice
Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit
‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life
I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy
And my right hand man got a Tonka toy
I sell, charge, I’m servin’ boy
Major saver, I’m the golden boy
Intercept the pack like Lawyer Milloy
Poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the shit
Talkin’ that shit, now you shot in the head
Brick Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg
Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and
The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared
A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix
Rollin’ up kush while they suckin’ my dick
On my team, it’s a tag-team
All my niggas get money
If you get tired, then tag in, then me and your freak’ll start fuckin'
Got two choppers, it’s a tag team
Four bad bitches and it’s all to me
Had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9x17s
Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard
People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but belive it or not, bitch, I gotta thank the Lord
Ballin’ so hard when I came out of jail
Now I'mma get a scene now when the doors up
Sippin’ on lean ‘til I throw up
What you want to be when you grow up?
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up (HPG nigga)
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up (Brr Brr)
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up (Catch up, catch up nigga)
Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up
DJ Spinz Fuck Nigga
Dun Deal on the Track
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My main bitch, her anklet
‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor
If the bitch violate one time I'ma put her ass on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'mma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
I got eighty chains, I got a hundred rings
And a nigga can’t take my ice
Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit
‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life
I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy
And my right hand man got a Tonka toy
I sell, charge, I’m servin’ boy
Major saver, I’m the golden boy
Intercept the pack like Lawyer Milloy
Poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the shit
Talkin’ that shit, now you shot in the head
Brick Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg
Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and
The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared
A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix
Rollin’ up kush while they suckin’ my dick
On my team, it’s a tag-team
All my niggas get money
If you get tired, then tag in, then me and your freak’ll start fuckin'
Got two choppers, it’s a tag team
Four bad bitches and it’s all to me
Had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9x17s
Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard
People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but belive it or not, bitch, I gotta thank the Lord
Ballin’ so hard when I came out of jail
Now I'mma get a scene now when the doors up
Sippin’ on lean ‘til I throw up
What you want to be when you grow up?
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