Hold Up

Heya heya nigga

It's Teecee Da Loc

I gotta tell them again

I asked TC and Loc now I tell them again

That 40 stay right by my side

So I ain’t need no friends

Where you from?

Motherfucker read my ball cap

Yank Crip, nigga and I'm with all that

I’m like tick tock tickety tock

Drop top riding down the fucking block

The Ice cream truck tell that mother fucker stop

Ooh there go the cops with no cherries on the top

So I smashed on them put that gas on em

Bust a couple bitches, I got ghost on em

Aye TC coming home

I Just talked to him on the phone

Aye it's Lil TC, Tam Corleone

Hold up wait a minute

Wait a minute wait

Wait a mother fucking minute

I’m like hold up wait a minute

Wait a minute wait

Wait a mother fucking minute

Hey I started this flocking and shit

Now this the motherfucking thanks I get

Hey I started this fast shit

Now this the motherfucking thanks I get

Get boo bopped so quick running off that lip

Save it for these hoes I don’t wanna hear that shit

Hey E-Bo what it do? I’m in that coup

Yeah that's that two

She got some bomb ass pussy

I ain’t Lucious but I killed that bitch cookie

Bein rich as a rookie

Selling dope and flipping that pussy

Hey I started this flock and shit

Now this the mother fucking thanks I get

Hey I started this fast shit

Now this the mother fucking thanks I get

Yeah nigga another midtown classic

Back for you bust ass niggas

Pusha Ink the label though

Happening though nigga Ha