[Verse 1: Sir Cartier]
Hold Up
Who That Banging On My Door
If A n*gga Try To Rob Me
Ima Blow Him In His Dome
Hold Up, Uhh
Don't Be Blowing Up My Phone
Sounding Like A Little Ho
About Some Coke/You f*cking Ho
Uhh Damn
It's Cartier These Diamonds Let You n*ggas Know
You See These Hundreds/These Hundreds n*gga We Blow
f*ck Her Under Covers My n*gga Until The Morning Im Gone...
Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh..
She Say Carti Why You Acting Funny
Every Since You Got Some Money You Been Fronting On Me
Say No More
The New Cars ..
The New Brauds ..
Uhh..
You So Bright
But You So Lost..
Damn
You Let The Lean Get You So Gone
Don't Let The Drugs Get You So Gone
Don't Let The Drugs Get You So Gone
You So Bright But So Lost...Yea
Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh
Sippin On This Act
Don't Know How To Act
Uhh Yo Uhh
My Lil Whodie Got My Back
He'll Blow Ya Back
Uhh Yo Yo Yo
My Lil Whodie Got The Strap
He'll Blow Ya Back