Текст Yhung T.O. – Hold It Down
Текст:
Yo Rittchie, hit that shit
Wondering when I leave the hood, who gon’ hold it down?
If you ain’t sliding for the gang then you can’t come around
RBE up on my chain, know I’ma hold it down
If I put a chain up on your neck, don’t get your shit snatched
Lately I been ridin’ with this chopper, tryna get back
My niggas treat his whip like a coin how they flip that
And if you ain’t gettin’ money, then shut up, nigga, get back
Niggas know that I’m that nigga and I know they hate it
And they know we run the city, it ain’t no debatin’
Free lil’ bro up out that jam, he still got open cases
They tried to throw a gang in his, but I’m still gang invaded
Even though I got money, I’m still hangin’, baby
I know I’m who they want to be, they imitate me
Two hundred on the dash if you wanna race me
All the money in the world, and it couldn’t change me
You know I’m a real nigga, I bleed that
If we slide and nobody out, then we gon’ be back
Tell my baby gotta pray for a nigga
When I’m gone, ain’t no tellin’ if I’m ever gon’ be back
Oh, fuck all that talkin’, tryna drop some shit
Fuck all that lookin’, bitch, I’m coppin’ shit
Fuck all that tusslin’, bitch, we poppin’ shit
And I don’t fuck with him, he the opposite
I ain’t never need no ho, quick to drop a bitch
And I ain’t never needed you, and I’m positive
Worried ’bout what I didn’t do, I did a lot of shit
And if you hide behind the bitch then we gon’ drop the bitch
And I ain’t cocky but I’m confident
Got too many hundreds and shit, it can barely fit
And if I shoot a nigga and he leave, he gettin’ shot again
You can try all you want but you can’t top this shit
And my roof convertible, don’t got no top and shit
Legend who you walkin’ with and talkin’ with
Wrote down everything I ever wanted and I got this shit
Now I gotta make some new goals
Went and copped the Maserati and some new clothes
And when you tell me that you love me, I know you don’t
And when you tell me that you love me, I know you don’t
Ooh, but I ain’t trippin’, baby
Shit, look how I’m livin’, baby
And I know I ain’t the richest nigga
But if I put money on his head, they gon’ come get the nigga
Oh, that time comin’, can you feel it, nigga?
Death around the corner, I can hear it, nigga
And I been fightin’ demons since I pulled the triggers
And if a nigga try to run, bet these bullets hit him
Wondering when I leave the hood, who gon’ hold it down?
If you ain’t sliding for the gang then you can’t come around
RBE up on my chain, know I’ma hold it down
I’m that nigga in my section, why they talkin’ down?
If I put a chain up on your neck, don’t get your shit snatched
Lately I been ridin’ with this chopper, tryna get back
My niggas treat his whip like a coin how they flip that
And if you ain’t gettin’ money, then shut up, nigga, get back
Yo Rittchie, hit that shit
