Hold Me Down

(Who made this shit?) (TayTayMadeTheBeat) Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the Me and Mozz' gon' ride (yeah) Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off Don't be doin' too good, niggas stealin' my sauce Told my bitch, "It don't get no better than this" Forty for a verse, I want fifty for a brick I know, I know I ain't stoppin' shit 'til my niggas all home Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick And you'll never hear the truth of my hurt, bitch First off, fuck what I'm doin' for mine How much that purse cost? Fuck who I put in that house, how much you worth, dawg? It's a couple Ms around this bitch And I got enough water to drown this bitch Youngin' from the bottom, got it poppin' Kept it solid, he the one now Came from bein' stressed out, I'm havin' fun now Right knee, bro ain't had a license, he was nineteen And I gotta take the blame for it I was thinkin' Hellcats, they thinkin' Range Rovers And I ain't gotta sell weight, bitch, 'cause my name hold it Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb' Just me and Ardie talkin' Can't look me in my face and tell me hoes ain't sick Realest shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit" For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud Still throwin' Fours for my bros 'til I die And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' with the work I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse Baby, ride wit' me Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me Still get 'em through the mail, half of girl for nineteen Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Baby, hold me down When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house Yeah, yeah Bitch, I don't trust nobody Ridin' with that stick, yeah, gotta keep it by me Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me It's a couple killers in this section, we wildin' They try to hold me back, keep tryin' Shout out to them niggas who ain't tell, stay solid Pull up in that all black, bitch, we slidin' Only hang with tens, pretty bitches, we vibin' Yeah, first off, when my brother went down, had to get that work off Twenty bands on deposit, that's what the purse cost Forty-two for a pound, that's what that work cost Yeah, bitches don't stop We was gettin' money off of hard rock 'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now Bitch, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud Still throwin' Fours for my bros 'til I die And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' with the work I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse Baby, ride wit' me Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me Still get 'em through the mail, half of girl for nineteen Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Baby, hold me down When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house