
Hold On (feat. Sheff G) TROPICO (Rapper) (Ft. Sheff G)
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[Intro: TROPICO]
(Stacks, ayy, stop playin' with 'em, huh)
Locky
Yeah (Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
[Chorus: TROPICO]
Hol' on, wait, you need to check the receipts, yeah
I put your wifey to sleep, uh
We makin' thirty a week, ho
Tryna be rich, don't hang me up (No)
We come from the block, yeah, from alleys, yeah
Hol' on, wait, you need to check the receipts, yeah
I put your wifey to sleep, uh
We makin' thirty a week, ho
Tryna be rich, don't hang me up (No)
We come from the block, yeah, from alleys, yeah
[Verse 1: TROPICO]
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, wait
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, wait (Hol' on)
They all on my body, I'm hot (Woah)
I was posted on the blocks, yeah (Woah)
I got shawties givin' top
The gang out here with a mop, yeah (Woah)
We outside and we not scared, we don't fear men
Got a BOA and a Chevy and we pullin' in (Oh)
I'm shootin' shit just like Curry, there's no missin'
I'm feelin' richer than ever and that was the mission (Gang, gang)
(Stacks, ayy, stop playin' with 'em, huh)
Locky
Yeah (Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
[Chorus: TROPICO]
Hol' on, wait, you need to check the receipts, yeah
I put your wifey to sleep, uh
We makin' thirty a week, ho
Tryna be rich, don't hang me up (No)
We come from the block, yeah, from alleys, yeah
Hol' on, wait, you need to check the receipts, yeah
I put your wifey to sleep, uh
We makin' thirty a week, ho
Tryna be rich, don't hang me up (No)
We come from the block, yeah, from alleys, yeah
[Verse 1: TROPICO]
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, wait
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, wait (Hol' on)
They all on my body, I'm hot (Woah)
I was posted on the blocks, yeah (Woah)
I got shawties givin' top
The gang out here with a mop, yeah (Woah)
We outside and we not scared, we don't fear men
Got a BOA and a Chevy and we pullin' in (Oh)
I'm shootin' shit just like Curry, there's no missin'
I'm feelin' richer than ever and that was the mission (Gang, gang)
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