Hold On (Shut Up)

Look here I don’t gang bang, hoe, I just gang bang these hoes And I keep like eight jays rolled, then I face them after my shows And I got your main thing bro, on my dangalang when she swang and hang like an orangutan But you don’t really want a part of me, ‘cause everyone of my boys bang around. Cocaine, cocaine, my skin white like cocaine, marked up like them ol’ trains And I keep it hood, but this low mayne Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane, I’m on the east side of my domain Bitch I kick more shit than Liu Kang. Now hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do) ‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me. Holla back two phones, I don’t call shit, wild boy, ‘cause I start shit Rager ‘cause I moshpit and this A stands for anarchist My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick Floating like a carpet, bitch, I’m higher than a starship Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first Tear that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth All these sins you would think that I hate church And they said, “Thou shalt not steal”, but fuck that, I’ll take her. Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do) ‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me. Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up. Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? ‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me. I don’t remember these hoes, I don’t remember these niggas Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures I got Versace on, Versace lights, I ain’t seeing these niggas Chances here, chances are three on three with these niggas. Look, all bark no bite, all wrap no white Two of her friends get with my friends so we can be friends well alright Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one See me, I’m a real nigga, burnt ass nigga, he not one Straight choppin’ me, no bite, eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White You can bet a nigga if I said a nigga, ten out of ten, it’s no white Tell me what’s not in [?] I hate, what a real handsome nigga, now wait Treat my ‘rari like I’m in a roller derby, put the shoes on and I skate Say you don’t like me, nigga, you know me, nigga See a sound of me, that’s hate Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, now leave the city, that’s fake Say it’s coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that’s fake Say you don’t rock with me, you don’t fuck with me, Stay you fuck around me, that’s great Hold up Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do) ‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.