Hold On lyrics

[Intro]
(Fire this b*tch up, Hulk, gang)

[Verse]
My lil' girl, she good, my lil' brother bond paid
I'm cool without Anthony Davis, I feel like LeBron James
Before Kobe died on a plane, I been ballin' before Bron came
He washed up now, but I'm Curry when he was shootin' long-range
I ain't washed up, a n*gga still got it, 720, this car robotic
Quarter million, I don't even drive it, half a million, me and Rod denied it
Tell the label to double the budget or it's cool, I won't sign to nobody
My daddy had cocaine, I had the music, we started a group like Yo Gotti
Pops got out the game, bought a truck, but he still could cook up a brick
Been laced up my Chucks, I'm still on thе right with this sh*t
Know a couple n*ggas she f*cked, I ain't trippin', shе still gettin' hit
Say she got a baby on the way, I'm tryna hit the kid head with my di*k
Hold up, what you mean? Hold on, I'm on beans, hold on
I'm on lean, hold on, this not no green, hold on
I don't watch movies, but I'm in that mode, so shawty gon' scream, "Hold on"
f*ck you until your water break, then tell the kid hold on
I'm still on the way, be patient, I got old money, it's ancient
I spent whole hundreds on cases, if she cute, I'm tippin' the waitress
Finally livin' my dream, I hate I had to go back to the basics
She confused, she thought Bottega was from Asics
b*tch, what you mean? Hold on, them ain't no Asics, them Bottegas
The pink, the blue, the green, the silver, you want it, then you got all flavors
I paid for your maintenance, go get a wax, you don't need no razors
Still billy, but I got love for all my trailblazers
I got bros who bangin' for Pete, it say SRT on the seat
I got strikers stored for days, remember we stole that Jeep
I can't rap on Live, they leakin', now the car got sensors, keep beepin'
I'm confused that you got a man, how you be at my house on the weekend?
You say you cheat on your man, hold on, I don't even care, go home
You say you need money for your hair, I don't ever care, here a loan
You say you look good with any hair, keep it, go short, Nia Long
Say you got sentenced to prison, go buy a knife and a phone
If you havin' pape' for real, make sure you get you a drone
And watch how n*ggas start hatin' soon as they see that you on
Won't let 'em rock me to sleep, I'm on whatever they on
I didn't write none of this song, I spit this sh*t off the dome
I'm textin' a ho who work here, I don't even supposed to have a phone
Expectin' they see my face, other than that, I'm really unknown
I'm locked in with myself, I'm in a whole 'nother zone
And I wanna play with my daughter, I can't wait to go home