Hold It

[Hook] Bitch, hold my strap He don't wanna see me snap Tryna front on me then see Who be the quickest to get capped hoe Rich is my name Cause I'm stackin' like Cobain Smokin' on that shit bitch I'm just gettin' used to all this fame [Verse 1] Bitch you claiming you a savage But you really just a sad bitch I don't wanna talk with you We see that you is lame bitch Thinkin' that you dope You nothin' like that shit you slang bitch Catch you in these streets And imma pop yo ass on gang bitch All these homeboys looking like a farmer All these cloutboys all rock designer None of these lames tryna catch that come up Bitch don't start shit unless you got your body armor I don't hit the gym But I still be tryna flex Pull up with the mechs Lookin' like you owe me cash [Hook] Bitch, hold my strap He don't wanna see me snap Tryna front on me then see Who be the quickest to get capped hoe Rich is my name Cause I'm stackin' like Cobain Smokin' on that shit bitch I'm just gettin' used to all this fame [Verse 2] 50 clip I don't see nobody tryna hit that lick, I'm 'bout that shit You can't tell me nothing, you a goddamn bitch Whip a freak, suckin' dick You better take yo fuckin' pick Going on these airplanes every minute Got me fuckin' sick Yo bitch, she sucking up like Kirby Wondered if she pink inside And if she hairy like some Furby hoe You say you fresh but boy you rotten Lookin' like some damn tomatoes Shut yo mouth or get that [?] [Hook] Bitch, hold my strap He don't wanna see me snap Tryna front on me then see Who be the quickest to get capped hoe Rich is my name Cause I'm stackin' like Cobain Smokin' on that shit bitch I'm just gettin' used to all this fame