Hol' Up

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air

Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair

If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers

They'll probably think I'm a terrorist

Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her thoughts of a young ****

Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars

I know you dying to meet 'em, I'll probably die in a minute

Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million and a Comptown fitted

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, big shit popping

Section.80

Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch with my back against the wall

And your bitch on the edge of my dick, jump off

I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman

I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt

Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling with the speed of a lighting bolt

As a kid, I killed two adults, I'm too advanced

I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man

Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven

Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands

From a distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn

Who can I trust in 2012?

There's no one, not even myself, a Gemini screaming for help

Somebody hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching

When you do it like this, ****, losing ain't an option

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, big shit popping

Aye, aye, kick her out the studio, Ali

24/7, **** working his ass for it, she popping that ass for it

The King of Diamonds with diamonds I never do ask for

They checking my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs

You call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'em

They want me to fast forward the game

And why you complain when you **** is past poor?

You'll never hop in my lane when you pushing a RAV4

You wrecking my Jaguar

You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching

When you do it like this, ****, losing ain't an option

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching

When you do it like this, ****

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air

Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair

If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers

They'll probably think I'm Osama

The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol' up