Hold Me Up - Chris Travis

I fuck out her brains

Now she wantin' my name

I don’t know how to change

She, don’t fuck with lames

I, taught her the game

I, fought through the pain

I, fuck on her brain

I leave her shakin' away

Feel like I blow a thousand every fuckin' week

So I gotta work harder every fuckin' week

She wanna show it so I tell her lemme get a peek

Suck my dick and little bitch took all my energy

I’m the young nigga from Memphis, Tennessee

Say he know me but he don’t know the real me

Bitches wanna plot up, can’t touch me

I don’t give a fuck about nobody

I blow a hunnid dollars for my black tee

I know spendin' wouldn’t make me happy

These hoes don’t love, they attack me

Pick her up now we fuckin' in the backseat

Head home to the sound of the silence

Had to think 'cause I felt a little tired

These bitches ain’t worth my mileage

These niggas can’t match my style, yeah

I’m back on it man, fuck it I don’t pour it though

Can’t let it get away, can’t let it go

Tryna eat off my plate, I’ma let you know

Never felt insecure, I just roll a O

I’m back on it man, fuck it I don’t pour it though

Can’t let it get away, can’t let it go

Tryna eat off my plate, I’ma let you know

Never felt insecure, I just roll a O

Lately, lately

These bitches say a nigga crazy

These hoes be so lazy

Wanna fuck and I get paid, bitch

I just slowed up, so what?

Drownin' in this ocean

Cause I can’t even hold myself

I can’t even control myself

Hold me up (Hold me up baby)

Hold me up (Hold me up baby)

Hold me up (Hold me up baby)

Hold me up (Hold me up baby)