Hold On

(Fire this bitch up, Hulk, gang)

My lil' girl, she good, my lil' brother bond paid

I'm cool without Anthony Davis, I feel like LeBron James

Before Kobe died on a plane, I been ballin' before Bron came

He washed up now, but I'm Curry when he was shootin' long-range

I ain't washed up, a **** still got it, 720, this car robotic

Quarter million, I don't even drive it, half a million, me and Rod denied it

Tell the label to double the budget or it's cool, I won't sign to nobody

My daddy had cocaine, I had the music, we started a group like Yo Gotti

Pops got out the game, bought a truck, but he still could cook up a brick

Been laced up my Chucks, I'm still on the right with this shit

Know a couple **** she fucked, I ain't trippin', she still gettin' hit

Say she got a baby on the way, I'm tryna hit the kid head with my dick

Hold up, what you mean? Hold on, I'm on beans, hold on

I'm on lean, hold on, this not no green, hold on

I don't watch movies, but I'm in that mode, so shawty gon' scream, "Hold on"

Fuck you until your water break, then tell the kid hold on

I'm still on the way, be patient, I got old money, it's ancient

I spent whole hundreds on cases, if she cute, I'm tippin' the waitress

Finally livin' my dream, I hate I had to go back to the basics

She confused, she thought Bottega was from Asics

Bitch, what you mean? Hold on, them ain't no Asics, them Bottegas

The pink, the blue, the green, the silver, you want it, then you got all flavors

I paid for your maintenance, go get a wax, you don't need no razors

Still billy, but I got love for all my trailblazers

I got bros who bangin' for Pete, it say SRT on the seat

I got strikers stored for days, remember we stole that Jeep

I can't rap on Live, they leakin', now the car got sensors, keep beepin'

I'm confused that you got a man, how you be at my house on the weekend?

You say you cheat on your man, hold on, I don't even care, go home

You say you need money for your hair, I don't ever care, here a loan

You say you look good with any hair, keep it, go short, Nia Long

Say you got sentenced to prison, go buy a knife and a phone

If you havin' pape' for real, make sure you get you a drone

And watch how **** start hatin' soon as they see that you on

Won't let 'em rock me to sleep, I'm on whatever they on

I didn't write none of this song, I spit this shit off the dome

I'm textin' a ho who work here, I don't even supposed to have a phone

Expectin' they see my face, other than that, I'm really unknown

I'm locked in with myself, I'm in a whole 'nother zone

And I wanna play with my daughter, I can't wait to go home