Hold It Down - Tec

Hook:

You know lil lu gon hold it down

You gotta just the only round

Ay you better just slow it down

Cause when it up it’s be going down

Trap baby I was born in the kitchen

What you scoring what’s the ticket

You wouldn’t going in them trenches nigga

We run the streets off he got coins on them bitches

Up in traffic we blow him like hoeings in the trenlims

Lil one hotter then a stolen fire arm with a body on it

Now it’s bread on his head and everybody want it

He talking to them feds giving taps and traps on every corner

Seem in your paper work want that nigga dead don’t you

Huh that baby glizzy got a leg on it

People catch me with this bitch I’m going fed on me

Got 3 conviction keep it wit me just got off parole

Let it sneeze blow off your nose

Step like show without the soul

Make me make your coffin close

I been on and off the road

What make you think I won’t off you and then go shoot across the globe

Mob shit crank up your whip then your car explode

Torso of the Scorpio give a fuck bout your heart scope

They gon call the other boo when we send ah blitz

News paper article with his face in that bitch

Whatever scene I catch him they yellow taping that bitch

My Glock My faith in that bitch when I go I’m taking that bitch

I know some niggas want me dead so they can rap bout ah body they ain’t catch

pussy bitch you ain’t like that tho

I heard he thirsty for my bitch I make her milk him for we killed him

Make that boy shit his self like he was Lack tobing

In the bil let the mac go hit the fist to your back porch

Put foot prints in your back door now they feared spiders and shiraq nose

Phobia that’s the definition for them extra nigga

That be google my lyrics like I ain’t the best who did it

Step on them niggas don’t know how long I been telling them niggas

They stealing my swag I develop them niggas

Baton Rouge Jay z Rockafella lil nigga

Could cut off the beat Acappella it really don’t matter

Can tell you story’s bout them letters lotta tears and blood shetters

Hook:

You know lil lu gon hold it down

You gotta just the only round

Ay you better just slow it down

Cause when it up it’s be going down

Trap baby I was born in the kitchen

What you scoring what’s the ticket

You wouldn’t going in them trenches nigga

We run the streets off he got coins on them bitches

Up in traffic we blow him like hoeings in the trenlims

Outro:

Lil one hotter then a stolen fire arm with a body on it