Hold Up Yeah Yeah Tiktok Song Lyrics By Trippie Redd. old up, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I can teach that bi^^h my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah.
Hold Up Yeah Yeah Tiktok Song Lyrics
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bi^^h my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F^^k that bi^^h one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some ni^^as out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
pu^^y ni^^a know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ ni^^a, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
F^^k ni^^a, what you want? (What you want?) Huh
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (like a movie role)
Yeah, I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, ’cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (truly want)
Yeah, to bust shots at the opposition (ayy)
pu^^y ni^^a, you ain’t really in the right position
To be talking that gangster sh^t, pu^^y, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband ‘posed to be at
pu^^y ni^^a, huh, yeah, uh, uh
pu^^y ni^^a, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bi^^h my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F^^k that bi^^h one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some ni^^as out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
pu^^y ni^^a know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ ni^^a, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a ni^^a dead
ni^^as be lackin’, yeah, catch that ni^^a in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bi^^h, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain’t that
Boy be telling, yeah, can’t F^^k with these opp ass ni^^as, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it, yeah
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bi^^hes nervous
Yeah, yeah, aye, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It’s a Glock .40
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bi^^h my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F^^k that bi^^h one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some ni^^as out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
pu^^y ni^^a know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ ni^^a, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
