Hold It Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Henry, you ate this one)
Huh, woah, huh, Lil Top, baby (Mm)
Me team and the hood die ’bout me, n!gga
All them gunners stand on side me, huh (Mm)

[Refrain]
Look, this cutter come from Bankstown, I’m gon’ make s*it shake today
Dirty .40 Glock, this b!tch named Bae, I tuck it on my waist
Lawyer for my brother just got wasted tryna beat his case
Come from 38, it ain’t s*it safe, it’s 4KTrey, we take off faces

[Refrain]
Mm, woah, lil’ mama
I’m with that s*it, you know I want all the problems, oh
Inside that gun smoke, that’s my town
Oh, that’s your friend? My brother 10 knocked that b!tch down

[Verse 1]
Oh, I been cutting up like a motherfu*ker, tryna find a ratchet who gon’ let me fu*k her
Slipping, we gon’ flip ’em, up the glizzy, now the b!tch in trouble
Hold on, I can’t hold my pants up, it’s full of money
Baby, hold on, booting up like my cousin, b!tch, I’m in here bucking
You don’t like how I’m coming, then, n!gga, fu*k you
You could play games like you want and we gon’ mask up and gon’ thug you
All these big chains swinging, n!gga, I come from the gutter
.223s sound like a muffler, pu*sy b!tch, I’m tryna flush you (Baow, baow)
Shoot that frr-frr-frr, all you hear is tires screeching (Skrrt)
S*x, murder and murder gang, killing, that be my season
Stop the whip, pop out and squeeze it, leave the neighbors screaming
Trail the b!tch, he caught on Siegen, relocate on Scenic
My mama know it’s murder, Kentrell do ’em dirty
We ’round this motherfu*ker early, me and Herm in the ‘Burban
Come out the window, tryna stop ’em, let shots out the thirty
I’m known to send s*it to the surgeon and I know you heard it
Bring up my name and they gon’ curve it like I don’t deserve it
I sat and did some time for this, Big Dump, he fu*king died for this

Mama, she done cried for this, Top crazy, I done shot the b!tch
Straight facts, it ain’t no lying in this, fell down and up I climbed that
Drop that ass for me

[Refrain]
Woah, lil’ mama
I’m with that s*it, you know I want all the problems, oh
Inside that gun smoke, that’s my town
Oh, that’s your friend? My brother 10 knocked that b!tch down, yeah

[Verse 2]
We party in the yard all night
Shawty bouncing ass on her head, oh, she doing it right
Before for the night end, got that b!tch in my bed
It be on sight, banging, tryna take off his head
I’m not worried ’bout no feds, b!tch, I got too much bread
Write off s*it, we play with lead, get a drop, see where they at
We be spinning through they set, I’m in the front, 10 in the back
Tuck my chain before I clap, ‘nother O-P just got whacked
Boomer with that s*it, him and 51 just double back
B!tch, get up, b!tch, tryna dump
Now tell your mama call the law, we don’t give no fu*k, don’t give no—
Bang, bang, b!tch, play with us, they know we known to put s*it up
Tote that Gen, you’ll think I’m Tim soon as I’m popping out that truck
I’m on scene with my threes up
‘Fore my teens, I been G’d up
Working with that hammer, they can’t leave us
I done gained a million for each one who ain’t believe us
Can’t sit and talk ’bout nothing, they community can’t breathe us
Ass down, face up
Shawty throwing that ass left, then she bounce that ass right
We been in this b!tch like all night
Her friend ain’t doing it fast enough
Montana the one got ’em hype
Now I’m gon’ let her leave with us and I’m gon’ fu*k her all night

[Refrain]
Look, this cutter come from Bankstown, I’m gon’ make s*it shake today
Dirty .40 Glock, this b!tch named Bae, I tuck it on my waist
Lawyer for my brother just got wasted tryna beat his case
Come from 38, it ain’t s*it safe, it’s 4KTrey, we take off faces

[Refrain]
Mm, woah, lil’ mama
I’m with that s*it, you know I want all the problems, oh
Inside that gun smoke, that’s my town
Oh, that’s your friend? My brother 10 knocked that b!tch down (N!gga, yeah)