HOL-UP

[Hook]

Hol' up (hol' up), we on Robatus'

We up in the lane, 22's on buck

Texas wreckless, iced out necklace

This is how we do it now, who's got plex

[A3]

Boom who am I, I'm the Tanker

Everyday all day, gotta keep it gangsta

Down in the Dirty 3rd, where the boys play ya

Jumped out the wide body, to the Navigator

Just got the Escalade stretched, making million dollar bets

Eddy got my candy looking, dripping-dripping wet

I ain't tripping, never caught slipping

In the fo-do' lane switching, yeah I'm dipping

Hop and I'm skipping, yellow broad pimping

Jumped out starched jeans, J's and I'm limping

Flossing in Austin, Dallas, Laffeyette

ATL, Arkansas, Mississippi keep Screw up in they deck

[Hook x2]

[Mike Jones]

I got 22's and up, on my car and truck

Even though I'm behind tint, you still see my princess cuts

Because I hit the block and I grind daily, that's why I've been shining lately

No time to wine baby, if you wanna shine baby

22's when I roll up, big dollar signs I'ma fold up

That real drank I'ma po' up, in seven months I blowed up

Wreckshop-Swishahouse, when we talk close your mouth

Major without a major deal, we the hottest in the South

If it ain't purple stuff, don't put it in my cup

When "Who Is Mike Jones" drop, I'ma sew the game up

No time to play around, I hit the lab and I lay it down

I open mouth platinum smile, cause I got the platinum sound

[Big Moe]

I'm fly like an eagle, eagle

Flossing down when burning mayn, wood grain be sturning mayn

I'm a G like that you know, a nigga named Big Moe

I'm crawling down slow, I'm down on tippie-toe

Rolling down on big car, I'm sipping on big bar

I'm thinking manage-tois, Moe-Yo thinking going far

In this rap game mayn, smoking on Mary Jane

Talking down mayn, I'm for my name mayn

I'm that nigga Big M-O-E, from the hood yeah 1-2-3

I'm letting you know you can't talk down, ain't no plex with me

I'm balling mayn, chop-chop when I'm crawling mayn

Never nigga be stalling mayn, Moe-Yo I be crawling mayn

[Hook]

[D-Gotti]

Sitting fly like the Mag-wood, wheeling my Lac

The hood feeling the G-shit, Gotti spit up on tracks

Cause uh, just the other day I slung right up a pay

Cause see what gutter gain, now I'm 'bout to run the game

Throwed delay you holding grey, I'ma po' the drank boys know the name

D-Gotti one in the big old body, with the big old shotty just ain't gon change

18's on bang, beam on breaks on the Bulo'

If it ain't do-do, you could shove it up your culo

Kicking it like Judo, Kool-Aid'ing in the hood

Jacob ticking ice glistening, you hating we good

And I wish a nigga would, look like he wanna take some'ing

Keep the tool for them crooks, a gangsta gotta pack some'ing

Lac bumping head black woman, with me

I'm sipping she sipping, we tipsy she finished

And I do it how it's pose to go, you know us

If you can't relate then, hoooool' up

[Hook]