Holdup Song Lyrics
Holdup by Dom Kennedy [Verse 1:]
Smoking I fill them up [x2]
Smoking I fill them up get those thrillers in my truck
Clothes they want to super size
For all them problem sl*ts
Every body wants to f**k but if you don’t want to pay the cost
Pound dropping and shaving off
Weed we been blazing up
I don’t understand talk sold out in New York
Dreams with me in the park
Playing when I’m on the court
Poppin like it’s on the 4th already got the torch
Bottles drinking without the cork
When models from north street they
Yell when niggers MC on them
You might see me out here in the new M3 on me
Folding my hand like a new MC on them
Walking out the strip club with three of them
Walking out pulling up
[Verse 2:]
Smoking I fill them up [x2]
Am going to give her the keys cause she ain’t even paid
And I’m authentic number fifteen right
Switching lanes trees is falling
Chilling with doll and ballers
Top flow shots calling blowing that Bob Marley
Uh what you know about them texting boys
Bubble eyes got me flexin like I’m Arnold Schwarzenegger
f**k a hater riding candid now and later got that
Got them old school with them new school
Got them swinger got them head swinging like
Cool dude my mom was famous
Just got my baby going gu gu
Hi slayter flying out the haters
[Chorus:]
Smoking I fill them up
All this banging Smoking I fill them up [x2]
All this banging banging
Am going to give her the keys cause she ain’t even paid
And I’m authentic number fifteen right it