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letra de hold on - montannaatm

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh
ayy, ayy, what they sayin’, foe?
ayy, stop act— ayy, man, look
how many n-ggas done checked?
aight (tocz beats got you with this)

[chorus]
it’s all hate, i thought they was showin’ me love, it’s all fake
these n-ggas can’t wait to see me down, i told them b-tch-ass n-ggas, “sit back and y’all wait”
i was down bad on my d-ck, sat back and ran up all pape’ (all pape’, n-gga)
blue hundreds and fifties, put that sh-t in y’all face (b-tch)
i’m fightin’ cases, f-ck the system (f-ck ’em)
if it’s smoke that you want, that’s all you gotta say (just say it)
me and foenem’ll push up on you anytime of the day (n-gga)
we’ll get up close, b-tch (we get ’em, brr)
hollow tips hit his sh-t (we got ’em)
thirty-three shots out a .9 and twenty-one shots out a nick’ (he gonе)
you say you slide on us how many times? how the f-ck n0body hit? (huh?)
you say you slidе on us how many times? how the f-ck n0body die?
n-ggas be doin’ them drills, goofy as h-ll, don’t even know how to slide
n-ggas be spinnin’ them blocks, missin’ them shots, boy, you can’t get in this ride
ayy, man, lock the f-ckin’ door on them, man
all head tappers in the v, ain’t no room for goofies
when we spin they block, bail out, get ’em, we gon’ shoot a movie (we on his ass)
you know what it is, tell me what they sayin’, how you wanna do it?
hit a n-gga block with a chop, bail out actin’ stupid (ayy, n-gga)
[interlude]
ayy, y’all— ayy, he better act like you f-ckin’ old, boy, look
ayy, you hear me? don’t play, murder one, on my homie
lil cas and drac’, on foe— ayy, murder one
get ’em

[verse 2]
yeah, huh? huh? (go, go, go)
keep your pistol close, n-gga, it could go down any second, b-tch (huh? any second, n-gga)
where you at? what you doin’? where your weapon, b-tch? (n-gga, where your gun?)
huh? uh (uh)
somebody died and y’all ain’t slide, and that sh-t sad (that sh-t sad)
somebody died and y’all ain’t slide, and they lil’ homie ‘nem so mad (they lil’ homie ‘nem so mad)
you boys ain’t sh-t but target practice, y’all big homies don’t supply (grrah-ta-ta)
can’t go to war without no money, you gon’ die (n-gga, you gon’ die)
you can’t war with us if you ain’t got no funds, it ain’t gon’ work (you got no money)
you can’t beef with us ’cause we gon’ take it far and that sh-t hurt (and that sh-t hurt)
that chop go “grrah-ta-ta,” we put a switch on the ar and that sh-t twerk
ayy, tell ’em free fa fa fa, he’ll go “grrah-ta-ta,” now you on a shirt (now you on a shirt, b-tch)

[outro]
uh, uh, ayy, hold on
ayy, what they sayin’?
hold on

- montannaatm

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