Yhung T.O. – Hold It Down (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Hold It Down” – Yhung T.O.

Wondering when I leave the hood, who gon’ hold it down
If you ain’t sliding for the gang then you can’t come around
RBE up on my chain, know I’ma hold it down
I’m that n**ga in my section, why they talkin’ down

If I put a chain up on your neck, don’t get your s**t snatched
Lately I been ridin’ with this chopper, tryna get back
My n**gas treat his whip like a coin how they flip that
And if you ain’t gettin’ money, then shut up, n**ga, get back

N**gas know that I’m that n**ga and I know they hate it
And they know we run the city, it ain’t no debatin’
Free lil’ bro up out that jam, he still got open cases
They tried to throw a gang in his, but I’m still gang invaded
Even though I got money, I’m still hangin’, baby
I know I’m who they want to be, they imitate me
Two hundred on the dash if you wanna race me
All the money in the world, and it couldn’t change me
You know I’m a real n**ga, I bleed that
If we slide and nobody out, then we gon’ be back
Tell my baby gotta pray for a n**ga
When I’m gone, ain’t no tellin’ if I’m ever gon’ be back
Oh, f**k all that talkin’, tryna drop some s**t
F**k all that lookin’, b**ch, I’m coppin’ s**t
F**k all that tusslin’, b**ch, we poppin’ s**t
And I don’t f**k with him, he the opposite

I ain’t never need no ho, quick to drop a b**ch
And I ain’t never needed you, and I’m positive
Worried ’bout what I didn’t do, I did a lot of s**t
And if you hide behind the b**ch then we gon’ drop the b**ch
And I ain’t cocky but I’m confident
She got neck like an ostrich
Got too many hundreds and s**t, it can barely fit
And if I shoot a n**ga and he leave, he gettin’ shot again

You can try all you want but you can’t top this s**t
And my roof convertible, don’t got no top and s**t
Legend who you walkin’ with and talkin’ with
Wrote down everything I ever wanted and I got this s**t
Now I gotta make some new goals versuri.online
Went and copped the Maserati and some new clothes
And when you tell me that you love me, I know you don’t
And when you tell me that you love me, I know you don’t
Ooh, but I ain’t trippin’, baby
S**t, look how I’m livin’, baby
And I know I ain’t the richest n**ga
But if I put money on his head, they gon’ come get the n**ga
Oh, that time comin’, can you feel it, n**ga
Death around the corner, I can hear it, n**ga
And I been fightin’ demons since I pulled the triggers
And if a n**ga try to run, bet these bullets hit him

Wondering when I leave the hood, who gon’ hold it down
If you ain’t sliding for the gang then you can’t come around
RBE up on my chain, know I’ma hold it down
I’m that n**ga in my section, why they talkin’ down

If I put a chain up on your neck, don’t get your s**t snatched
Lately I been ridin’ with this chopper, tryna get back
My n**gas treat his whip like a coin how they flip that
And if you ain’t gettin’ money, then shut up, n**ga, get back

Yo Rittchie, hit that s**t…

➤ Written by Yhung T.O.
Album: On My Momma 2
Produced by YoRittchieHitThatshit
Yhung T.O. 2019

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