HOLYFIELD [2K15] lyrics

[Intro]
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking sh*t, took his b*tch with my f*ckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
(Bring that sh*t back n*gga, 2 phones, Carti, n*gga)
(f*ck wrong with y'all n*ggas? Squad, n*gga)
Ayy, Playboi
Ayy, mm
Ayy, ayy
Ayy

[Chorus]
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watchin tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?
'Cause he talking sh*t, took his b*tch with my f*ckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up
n*ggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the sh*ts
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

[Verse]
I don't tongue wrestle, with a n*gga b*tch, I pop it off
Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off
f*ck 'em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw
f*ck with me, I f*ck with you, I put you on a plug or two
In the streets, they know 'bout me
I keep the lean, I keep the heat
In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feelin' on ya' shawty
Purple drank, blowin' purple dank, n*gga, the f*ck you think?
Shout out to my n*gga $coob and shout out to my n*gga Nate
Shout out to my n*gga La Flare and all these thirsty hoes out here
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young n*gga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, blow money
Blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
I show money, call me Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young n*gga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Holyfield, Holyfield, Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
[Outro]
(Real trap sh*t)
I show money, call me Holyfield
She all on me, call me Holyfield
It's Carti, baby, call me Holyfield
Holyfield
Splur
Splur gang, n*gga
(Laugh it all the way to the bank, hahahahaha)
f*ck wrong with y'all n*ggas?