Up

Hold up

Wheezy outta here

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Ayy, 100 racks on me right now, lil' bitch

Shut your mouth and drink my kids

Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss

Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss

Hold up, lil' bitch, I don't want you, lil' bitch

I ain't cuffin' no shit, you belong to this dick (Wheezy outta here)

Fame got you ridin' a carriage

Pull up right now and embarrass you, yeah

All of these sticks, I'm a terrorist

Your boyfriend a bitch and we scarin' him, yeah

Nut in that ho and you married her, ooh

She for the gang and we sharin' her (Wheezy outta here)

These stones in my ear are three carats (Gunna)

Niggas talk, remind me of a parrot (Carats)

I'm in that zone, I put that shit on

They try figure out what I'm wearing (Oh)

Fly like a drone, go shop at Patrón

Hit Barneys right after the Jeffery (Yeah)

Addicted to clothes, I dress up at home

She give me her dome, YSL on the throne (Yeah, Wheezy outta here)

Hold up, woah, hold up (Hold up)

Whole lot of cash, we got Brinks bucks (Hold up)

We back to back in the Lambo' trucks (Uh, uh, uh)

Hold up, hold up (Hold up)

I went and got in my bag, yup (Hold up)

Play with them slimes, we'll smash you (Wheezy outta here)

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Ayy, 100 racks on me right now, lil' bitch (Yeah)

Shut your mouth and drink my kids (Yeah, yeah)

Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss (Woo)

Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss (Woo)

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I caught a body, I killed all the oppies

I dress in hibachi, I done robbed my papi

I sold him some soap and I told him it's molly

Automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty

I drip in Off-White, clean up with no spotties

I got a Spyder, my idol was Spikey (Wheezy outta here)

Fuck with it, whackin', went been caught a body

I bury him alive in the back of the Swats

Bitches perform in the line, it's a spot

Murk him and let him sit down and just rot

Shot up his coupe and we shot up the shop

I don't care 'bout no court, I don't care 'bout no cops (Wheezy outta here)

He dead on the scene, my niggas bang green

Commited lil' bitches, they down for the team

Racks in, packs in, OMG

This slatt biz, niggas know who we be

Young nigga came in with a MAC-10

Serve 'em through the back then

Yeah, I got the packs in, go get the backend

Break the bitch back in

I ain't gotta run off, nigga, that was back then (Wheezy outta here)

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Ayy, 100 racks on me right now, lil' bitch

Shut your mouth and drink my kids

Freaky lil' ho might drink my piss

Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Uh, uh, uh, uh