Lyrics PS2 - Rhyan Besco

Turn it up
(Don't make me fucking laugh)
Bought the car straight off the lot
That's a big deal (It is)
Treat the booty like a cake
That's a big meal (It is)
Fake friends
Always claiming that they real still
Keep a rollie on my wrist
It don't tick still (Tiktok)
Shooters take a nigga out
You make a big deal (Big deal)
I'll put you in the ground
Write a hot will (Hot will)
Fresh prince to you boys
And i'm uncle phil (Uncle Phil)
These bitches wanna get me drunk
And David Copperfield
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Yeah

This is not an open conversation
Woah
Popped a perc and now i feel amazing
Woah
I just need some heavy compensation
For the music I been making
And you know you gotta face it
Woah
Being blunt is part of my creation
Woah
Slap a bitch nigga make it sexy
Woah
And they always asking for advice
But I can never give advice to a nigga I don't like
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Let me tell your ass again

Bought the car straight off the lot
That's a big deal (It is)
Treat the booty like a cake
That's a big meal (It is)
Fake friends
Always claiming that they real still (They do)
Keep a rollie on my wrist
It don't tick still (Tiktok)
Shooters take a nigga out
You make a big deal (Boom)
I'll put you in the ground
Write a hot will (Hot hot)
Fresh prince to you boys
And i'm uncle Phil
These bitches wanna get me drunk
And David Copperfield
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Yeah

I see them try to X me out but this ain't playstation (It ain't)
I just CIRCLE back around like what's the conversation
Me, money, and the fame that's a trifecta (Trifecta)
Kick a SQUARE in the head, like i'm David Beckham (Pop)
I'm the fucking man y'all don't get it, do you
I know the drugs will take you out, so i ain't gotta do it
I wanna fuck you in the kitchen with my music moving
She say she wanna keep the nut and ima let her do it (What?)
Hold Up (What?)
Hold Up (What?)
Hold Up (What?)
Hold Up (Yeah)
Hold Up

Bought the car straight off the lot
That's a big deal (It is)
Treat the booty like a cake
That's a big meal (It is)
Fake friends
Always claiming that they real still (They do)
Keep a rollie on my wrist
It don't tick still (Tiktok)
Shooters take a nigga out
You make a big deal (Boom)
I'll put you in the ground
Write a hot will (Hot hot)
Fresh prince to you boys
And i'm uncle Phil (Uncle Phil)
These bitches wanna get me drunk
And David Copperfield
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Hold Up
Yeah
Big Besco