Hold Up (feat. FNF Quan) - Bolus Music

I did lost the last shit man I did lost partners, bitches, money But I ain't never lost my mind though Do you feel me? I lost a couple partners But I thought she couldn't go wrong (but she did) Can I get a witness 'Cause everybody got problem, yeah And you don't know where to go You'll be lost and [?] There's a [?] and you gotta learn how to be strong And when it feels like you lost everything, Ou gotta hold on, you You gotta you gotta hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on. Started losing my mind, who am I to trust Started abusing the grind and nigga up Telling bitches I know it ain't mine I ain't even fuck But I got suck [?] real good On the hood, on my homies in the hood they hung And I'm good, I don't want it, She belong to the homie And I'm riding in the corner and action [?] And yeah, am I addict what am I for you boy and smash For the homie then smash Got cash and everybody still got problems But what the fuck am I supposed to do, they mad I'm cope the [?] they keep cautious Too many persons I mean ocean, ain't' tryin to see reheasin' no cuffin Problem, I got a problem, when I'm caught up in my chopper All of, all of my shooters they shit on em And I do this shit for all of them Nigga luck, nigga don't better go Dragging the forty happy great. I done lost a couple partners yeah But I thought shit couldn't go wrong (but he did) Can't get her with me 'Cause everybody got problems yeah yeah And you don't know where to go You'll be lost A lot of this bitch are with my shit yeah yeah 'Cause I gotta learn how to be strong And when you feel like you lost everything Hey gotta hold on, they gotta hold on You gotta hold on, Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Got a grip a lot when I got a right Heading with some money How reckless ain't touching no skirt No way, I'll break their heart When I've been in the house I've been around that [?] my life God make no mistake and if I had a chance wouldn't do it twice Stay down here come over night Spray rounds ain't tryin to fight Stay ground, got a nigga right, That's possible baby, no life, As with myself I keep on role and I don't know why You know my bitch yeah she foreign Got her from hawaii, overseas, I won't think 'bout myself then why of all niggas try me (do something) I pull a lot of hurse with a hundred car behind me 'Cause I'm me, what I gotta matchin' Forties, find me and the big body been no more scotty Tell my partner no more ridin' 'Cause I heard them people watchin My foot don't call me papi We ain't for so many options Nigga bite me, I know they teeth hurt I'm tired of all these rest in peace shirts But I lost a couple partners, yeah When I thought she couldn't go wrong But it did, can I get her with me? 'Cause everybody got problems And you don't know where it go Been lost with a new [?] a lot of these bitches we [?] But you gotta learn how to be strong And when you feel like you lost everything Hey, gotta hold on, nigga gotta hold on, You gotta hold on, Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Like that. We come. I will never stop

Ayy, yo, Bandplay Uh, uh Uh (let the Band play), uh Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Uncle Vic told me, "Stay down with this shit 'til it blow up" (I got you) Smokin' on some shit you not, got Wock-Wock in my soda (dirty) Used to sign for the packs now I sign T-shirts and posters (it's Dolph) Drop 500 racks to drop the top on that new Rolls truck (woo, uh) Balenciaga the drip (it's Dolph) First class, Dubai, take a trip (it's Dolph) Spend a little bit, stack all the chips (stack it up) I walk in Margiela and go crazy (woo) Can't get money with me, you too lazy (uh-uh) One thing I ain't never did was Never, ever, ever let a bitch play me (hell nah, sorry) I-I-I-I put it down in the city, now I'm up, nigga (hey) I used to eat a hundred P's just for lunch, nigga (woo) I got fuck niggas recruitin' other fuck niggas Hustle hard, ain't no such thing as luck, nigga Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) I just poured an eight of codeine in a Coca-Cola (raw) I make it look too easy, I carry my whole hood on my shoulders (damn) If money not in the equation, please do not approach us (swear to God) Cut my day-one nigga off because of jealousy (damn) Every day, I'ma get fresh and pour up medicine (dirty) Poured too much syrup by mistake because I'm heavy-handed Bitch, I'm the plug best friend, you just a middleman (ayy, fuck them niggas) I don't fuck with them niggas, I'm cut from a different cloth (yeah, yeah) Ask your CEO and your rap friends why they hate Dolph (ha) Rich nigga how I pop it on 'em (pop it) The top come off, so I dropped it on 'em Paid 30K over sticker price, I had to cop it on 'em (woo) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Yeah Ayy, I remember my mom and dad was livin' in a one-room shack Nowadays, I wake up in a mansion Huh I remember my mom and dad didn't even have a car I don't wanna get started to nowadays, man, huh Ayy, man, half of that shit out there in my driveway I can't even spell that shit, man On God Huh It's Dolph! (it's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (Paper Route Business)