Hol’Upppp 4Eva Slim 400 (Ft. Sada Baby & Trae tha Truth)
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[Intro]
(You now rocking with 'Nata)
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
I was stuck on the block, havin' dream I win
And I was servin' in the back, havin' 'em three for ten
Bitch, you can't baller block, bitch, you can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm a real nigga from the gang, ain't no copy
Every night, morning, day, I'm wakin' up on Spruce
Hear mama, grandma talkin', who done dropped the juice?
Still sleepin' on the floor, thinkin' how I'ma get this dough
Boy, I might slip it then, nowadays all I need is dough
Death in the family, how I'ma take it? I'ma go up
Stress lead to death, so on God, I'ma take it
But you niggas know what it be 'bout, ain't drinkin' more than usual
Thinkin' up late, ain't no mind 'cause I wasn't usin' 'em
Thinkin' with my head, not that one, but the bread
And Blim brack it all and split the money, so who fed?
Bitch, you can't baller block, bitch, you can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm a real nigga from the gang, ain't no copy
[Chorus: Slim 400]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch nigga, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch nigga, hold up
(You now rocking with 'Nata)
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
I was stuck on the block, havin' dream I win
And I was servin' in the back, havin' 'em three for ten
Bitch, you can't baller block, bitch, you can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm a real nigga from the gang, ain't no copy
Every night, morning, day, I'm wakin' up on Spruce
Hear mama, grandma talkin', who done dropped the juice?
Still sleepin' on the floor, thinkin' how I'ma get this dough
Boy, I might slip it then, nowadays all I need is dough
Death in the family, how I'ma take it? I'ma go up
Stress lead to death, so on God, I'ma take it
But you niggas know what it be 'bout, ain't drinkin' more than usual
Thinkin' up late, ain't no mind 'cause I wasn't usin' 'em
Thinkin' with my head, not that one, but the bread
And Blim brack it all and split the money, so who fed?
Bitch, you can't baller block, bitch, you can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm a real nigga from the gang, ain't no copy
[Chorus: Slim 400]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch nigga, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch nigga, hold up
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