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