Hol' Up

[Intro]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

[Verse]
Call up flame mob know my n*gga gon' po' up
High off these blunts, Levi Nino gon' roll up
Tony in the cut, and my n*gga got his roll up
So no you cannot kick it, pus*y n*gga we don't know ya
Bad yellow b*tch pull up in a Toyota
Say she wanna lean, po' a 4 up in a soda
And she like that purple but she not from Minnesota
I'm callin' up my plug just to ask him what's the hold up
I say I need these packs 'fore my clientele slow up
He say it's gettin' dry so the prices gonna go up
And pus*y n*ggas hatin' but they really do not know us
Hol up, hol up, hol up
f*cked a b*tch once so my line she is gon' blow up
She telling everybody, call that little b*tch promoter
PN Mob n*ggas never let the money slow up
I'm ballin' like Le
Bron, shoot these bullets just like floaters
Pack after pack, I'm just trying to get my dough up
So I can f*ck your b*tch and she gon' put me on a poster
f*cked her in your house, even did it on a sofa
Bullets like some slugs, if they hit you you gon' slow up
Wanna be like Jon
Glo but I swear he got his hopes up
But I can teach you something, little boy let me coach ya
All about a dollar and I'm never losing focus
So if you f*ck with mines, guarantee that we gon' smoke ya
Tryna play my cards right, swear this sh*t is just like poker
Let a n*gga run up, swear to God that we gon' poke him
And if a n*gga hating guarantee that he's a broke one
Them PN Mob n*ggas never let the money slow up
Hol up, hol up, hol up
PN Mob n*ggas never let the money slow up

[Outro]