Hold Up Twiztid (Ft. James Garcia)
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[Hook]
A lot of people hatin' cuz I’m out here on my steezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP
Hold up, nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit like
Hold up, hold up
Act like yeee know
I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like
[Verse 1]
Hold up, watch me blow up
Still I rise up like my dough does, that’s fa sho, nuff
Fuck that hoe stuff, y’all be on that never grow up
I be on that never slow up, never die like how the crow does
It don’t matter what you throw us, we go harder, y’all don’t know us
C'mon step up to the plate them Majik Ninjas comatose ya
And turn your body to a ghost of who you was before you showed up
Talking shit to this professionals you know you can’t control us
We been beasting on these beats since you was sleeping on the sofa
At yo granny house
All that goofy shit that ain't what family bout
Killer hustle OG on my body, fuck a hand me down
Every time I drop a track the ladies dropping pants down
Wake up spit them nanny’s out, we been the shit they jamming out, let's go
A lot of people hatin' cuz I’m out here on my steezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP
Hold up, nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit like
Hold up, hold up
Act like yeee know
I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like
[Verse 1]
Hold up, watch me blow up
Still I rise up like my dough does, that’s fa sho, nuff
Fuck that hoe stuff, y’all be on that never grow up
I be on that never slow up, never die like how the crow does
It don’t matter what you throw us, we go harder, y’all don’t know us
C'mon step up to the plate them Majik Ninjas comatose ya
And turn your body to a ghost of who you was before you showed up
Talking shit to this professionals you know you can’t control us
We been beasting on these beats since you was sleeping on the sofa
At yo granny house
All that goofy shit that ain't what family bout
Killer hustle OG on my body, fuck a hand me down
Every time I drop a track the ladies dropping pants down
Wake up spit them nanny’s out, we been the shit they jamming out, let's go
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