Hold On (Shut Up) (feat. Young Jeezy)

Yeah! Machine Gun

Yeah! Jeezy

I don't gang bang, ho (ho) I just gang bang these hoes

And I keep like eight J's rolled (rolled) then I face 'em after my shows

And I got your main thing bro on my dang-a-lang where she swang and hang like an orangutan

But you don't really wanna follow me 'cuz every one of my boys bang-a-rang

Cocaine (yea), cocaine (yea), my skin white like cocaine (yea)

Marked up like them old trains but I keep it hood with this lo mein (wassup)

Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane

On the Eastside is my domain and I kick more shit than Liu Kang

Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?

Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Hold about two phones, I don't call shit (shit), Wild boy 'cuz I start shit (shit)

Rager 'cuz I mosh pit and this A stands for Anarchist (yea)

My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick

Floating like a carpet bitch I'm higher than the starship (let's go)

Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first

Beat that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth

All these sins, you would think that I hate church

Said: Thou shalt not steal—, but fuck that, I'll take her

Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?

Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Chea, it's the world, look

I don’t remember these hoes, I don’t remember these niggas

Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures

I got Versace on, that Versace lights

I ain’t seeing these niggas

Chances is, chances are, I raised three outta three of these niggas

Look, all bark, no bite

All rap, no white

But she wants her friends, to get with my friends, so we can be friends, well alright

Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one

See me, I’m a real nigga, probably mad at me cause he not one

Straight choppin’ music, no bite

Eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White

You can bet a nigga, if I said it nigga, ten out of ten, it’s no white

Tell me what’s not to love, why hate?

Want a real answer nigga, and I’ll wait

Treat my ‘rari like I’m in a roller derby

Put the shoes on and I skate

Say you don’t like me, nigga, you know me, nigga?

See a sound of me, that’s hate

Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, and ain’t live the shit, that’s fake

Say it’s coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that’s flake

Say you don’t rock with me, you don’t fuck with me

Stay the fuck around me, that’s great

Hold up

Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?

Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?

Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cuz I don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me

Now hold on