[Intro]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up x4
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon x4
[Verse 1]
I been rappin' too much nigga my head hurt
Fixin' everybody problems only make my own worse (c'mon)
Ex out the phonebook and call it another chapter
You lookin' backwards and I'm just movin' past her
I got demons this weed is helpin' me exit out
Just tryna taste a lil somethin' 'for I exit out
I need a open door, I'm lookin' for an exit route
Really I just wanna make my momma extra proud
Count your blessings for you go to sleep
We from the murder capitol, shout out to Chief Keef
We through fuckin' with you other niggas, weak
Man I do this shit like 7 days a week, nigga uh
Lookin' at promoters all crazy like why don’t you pay me?
I heard to make it, gotta sell your soul to Hades, yeah I sold it
Then I stole it back, nigga
All I care about is bitches, money, weed, and rap nigga yeah
[Hook]
Hol' up, hol' up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay
Hol' up, hol' up, man you know a nigga on his way x2
All I care about is money, bitches, weed, and rap nigga x3
(c'mon, aw damn, aw damn, well yeah)
Hol up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay, (slide)
All I care about is money, bitches, weed, and rap nigga x3
(c'mon, aw damn, well yeah, aw damn)
Hol up, hol up, man you know a nigga on his way (we slidin)
[Verse 2]
I'm lost for words at a presence
Cuz I felt at a loss when my ex wasn’t present
Do I regret it? Maybe so
Sippin' on this drink, while I'm swallowin' these whole
Swallowed in by these hoes, man they swallow it by the load
Even though I'm in this extra crowded room, I feel alone
Yeah I'm faded, damn
Man I'm fuckin' gone
I bottled up my problems in this bottle of Patron
God forgive him I never beg for permission
Lately I been doin' shit without thinkin', I'm trippin', yeah
But how you feel if nobody would listen?
And your idol say you dope, but stood idle while you slippin'?
Food and Liquor, I'm with my niggas, the room is spinnin'
They say you drown in your problems, I'm in a ocean swimmin'
I'm in a new position, I'm not opposed to sinnin'
I'm out here killin' niggas, lock your doors and shut ya windows
Yea and you could shut your mouth too
I see you stuntin' nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you
Man, man ya'll ain't on shit, ya'll just dreamin' bout designer
We tryna style our own shit
You could see the fire in my eyes
I never let no hoes contribute to my demise
I never let some fuck shit ever put me out my mind
I just put my middle fingers to the sky, put em high up
[Hook]
Hol' up, hol' up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay
Hol' up, hol' up, man you know a nigga on his way x2
All I, All I care about is money, bitches, weed, and rap nigga x3
Hol' up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay
Hol' up, man you know a nigga on his way, way, way, way
Man you know a nigga on his way
Way, way, way....
[Verse 3]
Whattup to niggas out there say I never blow up
Two niggas got they cameras on, you film it 'til you shut up
Two more niggas with holster canons made you shut up more
You thinkin god I fucked up, I, should’ve jumped on board back before
Cuz now them bandwagons off the market
It's only camera flashes and red carpet
My nigga I can, see the crew in Cannes
Arguing over, which bitches we lettin' into the Lambo
Crazy talkin' but that nigga got insane flow
And I'm bout the throne that I rightfully was made for
And I want my checks nigga, blue checks, 0’s
With a room full of hoes, ain't about to put on clothes
We just dreamin' nigga
Willy Beamin we throwed, we young and reckless we don’t give no muthfuck if you know
We-we just dreamin nigga
Willy Beamin, we throwed, we young and reckless we don't give no muthafuck if you know!
