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Lil Uzi Vert - SideLine Watching (Hold Up) Lyrics | hold up hold up let me catch my breath
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Lead Vocals
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Kesha Lee
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Zaytoven
[Verse 2]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Let me catch my breath
Let me count these checks
Flex on my ex
I don't got no respect
Break up in a text
Pull up in a G-T3 fly off in a jet
[Verse 3]
Pull up, I'm suited
And you know I got my toolie
Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it
Heard you pull up, Mini Cooper
Told that lil' bitch that she stupid
Okay, these **** can't move me
Okay, these bitches can't move me
Those are not diamonds, they're rubies
Wait, that's not rubies, that's glass
Smack that bitch right on the ass
I know that she scared to lose me
Yeah, my polo be from Louis
**** act like they was rootin'
But they really be some goofies
If you don't like me, then sue me
Yeah, my new girl got that booty
That my new girl, up in Gucci
[Verse 4]
Yeah, what?
That my new girl, up in Gucci
Yeah, what?
Spend them bands all up in Gucci
Look at your chain, who your jeweler?
You need to come to my jeweler
I put a chain on my shooter
I put a stick on my Ruger
In her dreams like Freddy Krueger
Just met her, act like I knew her
'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller
[Verse 5]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Let me catch my breath
Let me count these checks
Flex on my ex
I don't got no respect
Break up in a text
Pull up in a G-T3, fly off in a jet
[Verse 6]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Let me catch my breath
Let me count these checks
Flex on my ex
I don't got no respect
Break up in a text
Pull up in a G-T3 fly off in a jet
[Verse 7]
Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you?
Yeah, almost didn't make it, but I made it through
Yeah, gettin' to the money, if you snooze, you lose
Whoa, you should see the way that they plot on you
Wait, why they plot on me?
'Cause they really know ain't no stoppin' me
Like first I hit my dance, then they flock to me
Went and did it all night, girl, I gotta leave
[Verse 8]
Yeah, pat your weave down before you see your man
Oh no, now you're mad, everything gon' hit the fan
I don't want that um again, I don't want, want that again
Even though that girl a ten, think we better off being friends
[Verse 9]
Sike, I'ma hit that again
I'ma lick that again, I'ma split that again
Now I do what I want, can't do what I can't
Think you're on, not at all
'Cause you know I ball, yeah
Boy, I heard you soft, I'ma cop it for the cost
Smoke the gas on my cloth
[Verse 10]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Let me catch my breath
Let me count these checks
Flex on my ex
I don't got no respect
Break up in a text
Pull up in a G-T3 fly off in a jet
[Verse 11]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Let me catch my breath
Let me count these checks
Flex on my ex
I don't got no respect
Break up in a text
Pull up in a G-T3 fly off in a jet
Written by: Lil Uzi Vert, Zaytoven
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