Hol’ On Erica Banks (Ft. KenTheMan)

[Intro: Erica Banks]
Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh
Bitch, get back, ho
Ayy
Let me talk my shit (Ayy, Doe Doe, ow)

[Verse 1: Erica Banks]
Bitch, ain't no flakin', I'm 'bout it, I'm with it
You walk in the room, get to duckin' and flinchin'
He fuck from the back, ain't no rubbin' and kissin'
Ho want a problem, it's up and it's tension, uh
Ten niggas bustin', he clap ten
He trap out the back with the trap twin
Pull up, I'm countin' the backend
Tell that lil' ho to come tap in
You tap on the 'net, but I tap on the doorbell
I'm all at your door like, "What's up? Is you bluffin'?"
He thinkin' we datin' and shit, now she hatin' and shit
But he flexin', he know we just fuckin'
So ho, mind your business, your partners be trippin'
Pull up to your town and we want all the smoke
Roll up a bleezy, I heard that ho easy
He sell out the sack, we want all of the dope, uh

[Chorus: Erica Banks]
Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh
Bitch too fine, no tip out, ayy
Flex one time, now the ho start cryin'
Slip once, all the drip gon' spill out, uh
Sit down, kick back, and make fun of you bitches (Sit down)
Fuck I look like? I ain't one of you bitches
I call for a zip, get a ton of them bitches
What is you runnin'? I'm runnin' them bitches