Hold Up by Tye Pacino Lyrics

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Hol' up
Hol’ up
Hol' up

Hol' up
Hol’ up
Hol' up

Ay (2024)

[Verse 1: tyepacino]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Smoking all these fucking blunts it put me in a coma

Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol' up, hol’ up
Run against me and my niggass shit like Oklahoma

Bitch you get ran over and I'm rolling in a Rover
Damn I got controlla power steering got controlla
Green on me a clover four, a ounce of lean I pour up
I got money stored up in my mattress and my sofa
It seem like you rent the bitch I swear to God I own her
Yeah she blow my phone up but I never really want her
Why you smoking all these Backwoods?
Bitch cuz I'm a stoner
Yeah I'm nineteen getting cash and yeah my money older

Set it off my Queen Latifah yeah that bitch the holder
.45 in a holster
Feel like Chief Keef bitch I’m Sosa
She repeat my flow up
But I just remixed my soda
Just like grenades or time bombs bitch I tick I'm finna blow up

We shoot just like on camera
I might fuck her in bandanas
I be like baby answer
She say hann like French Montana
I be up early morning, early morning getting on it
Yeah bitch I'm hot I'm scorching
My money never in portions

[Verse 2: D Dae]
Never in portions and I'm never in Porsches
I fuck with Benzes them big bodies
Man them whips is imported
Just like them bitches they foreign
At seventeen I start touring
I'm taking risks and making flips to take these trips in the morning

I pop percs, I drink lean, I'm a feind and I know it
Put that pistol in my hand and I'mma blow it if I show it

I done ran my money up from drugs for sure
Planning out my future until 2024 (2024)

Twenty-seven I'm a gram short from twenty-eight
I done leveled up and now I'm fucking with the plates
I ain't never had to water whip or fuck with base
Got it off the herb and loud word up in your face

All my bitches better have they purses when they with me
If you don't got it stuff that work up in ya kitty
Middle manning plugs she got them perkies in her titties
Fucked her one time and now she erky when she with me

Damn, hol' up
Bear this polar
Niggas know I'm colder than an iceberg or shoulder
Got a different gun on everyday a different holster
I don't mean to boast but
Serve you on a coaster
Seven in a quarter you like Eli boy you falling off
Double up to fourteen now you manning up you was looking soft
Double that to twenty-eight you'll score just like a audible

Now you came to play, ay
Eighty for a eighth, ay
This designer gas ho
Can't afford to pass ho
Bro told me he wanted five hundred for that last O

You should see the cash flow
They been going fast tho
Pockets on slow leak go to sleep before you crash tho