Hold Something
    (专辑: Web Life (Volume II) - 2018)
    
    [TEC:]  Yeah, yeah  Yeah, turn up, turn up  Yeah, ooh, ooh   We gon' pull up with them poles, let 'em hold something  Nigga feel like he want smoke, let me know something  When we catch him, we gon' bless him like his nose running  Finesse came with a 
whole hundred, no stock but I'll fold something  Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something  Money I 
drop on an opp, let 'em hold something, yeah  Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something  Money I 
drop on an opp, let 'em hold something   Whole lot of bodies, whole lot of homis, whole lot of rap guns  Never spare nothing  Bitch, I'm out the 
nation like I'm Farrakhan  One up on Lil Lu, I 
pile on you and shoot the 
fat one  I'ma pull up shooting everyone  With this drum, could produce an album, yeah  Cut my dog, fuck that talking, bitch, go smoke something  That was 1 
o'clock, nigga's body dropped around 4 
something  Scope something  Came with the 
knife, poke something  I 
got the 
driver, his loads coming  We pull up and rob all the 
dope from 'em, yeah  We do this shit with no effort  And it ain't shit you could tell us  Booked up on shows, we don't look at the 
schedule  Do this for Zo, I'ma bring 'em that pressure, yeah  Diamonds in my Rollie bezel  All of these hoes make me feel like Hugh Hefner  I'm on gelato, shit strong as Brock Lesnar  K 
and a 
nine on me, no German Shepard, no  I 
fell in love with that Wockhardt  Had to sneak me a 
pint through the 
airport  'Fore I 
pour it out, I'll go to jail for it  Walking through TSA, always paranoid  They say my pockets on steroids  Big ass house, Uncle Elroy  I 
declare war, ain't no fair warning  Niggas know we coming, just prepare for it   We gon' pull up with them poles, let 'em hold something  Nigga feel like he want smoke, let me know something  When we catch him, we gon' bless him like his nose running  Finesse came with a 
whole hundred, no stock but I'll fold something  Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something  Money I 
drop on an opp, let 'em hold something, yeah  Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something  Money I 
drop on an opp, let 'em hold something   [Dave East:]  Whole lot of robberies  We want them chains, then rings, and we want them watches  Not just a 
rapper, niggas is actors, need to go get 'em an Oscar  I 
jump out and hit 'em in Prada  Couple young dread niggas with me like Shottas  Get hit with this drum, you might lose a 
lung  It's gon' be too late for a 
doctor  Too late for a 
nurse  Told mama I'm sorry, I 
used to take change out her purse  Eat up like mob, if he gotta die, my niggas arranging it first  Catch a 
body, take a 
Vegas trip  Lately I 
been in the 
latest shit  If you ain't with it, why you say this shit?  That's a 
free body, they ain't pay him shit  Throw it at him, let him hold something  Back and forth, I'm a 
roadrunner  She sniff a 
lot, it got her nose running  You say my name, a 
hundred hoes coming  You say my name, the 
plug pulling up  I 
smuggled her out while you with a 
cup  You can't come around, you ain't hood enough  Do this for the 
set, yeah, my hood is up  I 
dropped a 
backend on some ice  That's your wife, she come around me, I 
would've fucked  Came up off a 
package, I'm with an actress  You can't believe Meagan Good with us  I 
got a 
thing for them blue strips  I 
fell in love with them bands  I 
don't know who got a 
problem  I 
pulled up with a 
hundred poles in the 
van   [TEC:]  We gon' pull up with them poles, let 'em hold something  Nigga feel like he want smoke, let me know something  When we catch him, we gon' bless him like his nose running  Finesse came with a 
whole hundred, no stock but I'll fold something  Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something  Money I 
drop on an opp, let 'em hold something, yeah  Let off shots on they block, let 'em hold something  Money I 
drop on an opp, let 'em hold something   AR-15 with the 
beam, a 
big old something  Rocking lecture or check through the 
bitch, I'll explode something, boom  Heard you ratting, lil' nigga, you told something  Four-five under my coat, something  Tried to run, I 
took his soul from him