Hold Up Yung Bans (Ft. Gunna & Young Thug)

[Intro: Yung Bans & Future]
Hold up
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss

[Verse 1: Yung Bans & Future]
Hold up, lil' bitch, I don't want you, lil' bitch
I ain't cuffin' no shit, you belong to this dick (Wheezy outta here)
Fame got you ridin' a carriage
Pull up right now and embarrass you, yeah
All of these sticks, I'm a terrorist
Your boyfriend a bitch and we scarin' him, yeah
Nut in that ho and you married her, ooh
She for the gang and we sharin' her (Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Future]
These stones in my ear are three carats (Gunna)
Niggas talk, remind me of a parrot (Carats)
I'm in that zone, I put that shit on
They try figure out what I'm wearing (Oh)
Fly like a drone, go shop at Patrón
Hit Barneys right after the Jeffery (Yeah)
Addicted to clothes, I dress up at home
She give me her dome, YSL on the throne (Yeah, Wheezy outta here)
Hold up, woah, hold up (Hold up)
Whole lot of cash, we got Brinks bucks (Hold up)
We back to back in the Lambo' trucks (Uh, uh, uh)
Hold up, hold up (Hold up)
I went and got in my bag, yup (Hold up)
Play with them slimes, we'll smash you (Wheezy outta here)