Lyrics Hold Up - Young Wicked , Twiztid

A lot of people hatin' cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed

Hold up, hold up
Hold up, nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit like
Hold up, hold up
Act like yeee know
I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like

Hold up, watch me blow up
Still I rise up like my dough does, that's fa sho, nuff
Fuck that hoe stuff, y'all be on that, never grow up
I be on that never slow up, never die like how the crow does
It doesn't matter what you throw us, we go harder y'all don't know us

C'mon step up to the plate them Majik ninjas comatose ya
And turn your body to a ghost of who you was before you showed up
Talking shit to these professionals you know you can't control us
We been beasting on these beats since you was sleeping on the sofa

At yo granny house
All that goofy shit that ain't what family about
Killer hustle OG on my body, fuck a hand me down
Every time I drop a track the ladies dropping panties down
Wake up spit them nanny's out, we been the shit they jammin' out, let's go

A lot of people hatin' cause I'm out here on my teezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll
Come around me actin' like a bitch and you get deeboed

Hold up, hold up
Hold up, nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my motha fuckin' hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit like
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Act like ye know
I'ma keep it pushing 'till the wheels fall off the vehicle like

Some of y'all need to switch to poultry
Cause your beef tucked like upholstery
We the legends y'all listen closely
Grown men feeling hurt, mostly
Glass lowered never wanna toast me
Fire pit ready, mutha fuckas wanna roast me
I'm a ghost see?

So fuck who you are or you think I'm supposed to be
I'ma star I'ma shine on 'em
I'm a sunshine with a full smile, like I'm juvenile
Raised eyebrow like wise owl

You's a cum rag, like a dick towel
I'ma fucked mind with a sick smile
You's a simple mind, like an infantile
You the same ol', I'ma flippa style
I'ma burn em slow, like a black and mild

Tell bitches I'm on it
Like a hammer I smash my opponent
Keep it sweet all around like a doughnut
And they ignorant kids and they fuckin with grownups

Like a tailor the industry sewn up
At ya door like hold up (hold up)
The east side up in this bitch, they done showed up
Yelling planters then we ape up and go nuts

A lot of people hatin' cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed

Hold up, hold up
Hold up, nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit like
Hold up, hold up, hold
Act like ye know
I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like

How can I say what I need you to know,
So I know that you know it for certain
All that hate that you're blurting,
We never gave it a fuck like a virgin

I could go in like a surgeon and cut you
To pieces with every word that I'm serving
Career is deceased and I'm pullin the curtain
Here go the sermon: blah blah blah, cremate em, burn 'em

I was livin in the dark with the
Hearts of the fell aparts right from start
Middle finger to the opp, it'll never stop
I don't give a fuck if anybody wanted me to bring it up or not
Fuck what you got
Put that on pac
I'ma be here when you rot

Don't interfere like a cop and just let us
Be us when we come an we bless up the spot
Hold up a lotta people gotta lot to
Say about a lot of things almost everyday
So much attention and missin' direction

Directed at someone you say that you hate
Shit is so fake an it's funny
How we get the hate from
Somebody who ain't got a clue
As to what it would take and just thanking about it
Is making me get to a place where it's when...

You shoulda knew that the glue that
Would hold us together was stronger than ever
Then you start to change like the weather, and not for the better
You're missing two letters, it ain't about you

We are the family
Sadly you are no longer a part, straight from my heart
Who gives a fuck where it start
Time to bring it to light in the dark

A lot of people hatin' cuz I'm out here on my steezo
Temperature is One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Three, yo!
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll
Come around me actin like a bitch and you get deeboed

Hold up, hold up
Hold up, nah man fuck that shit
Y'all can't match my motha fuckin hustle
Y'all can't touch that shit like
Hold up, hold up, hold
Act like ye know
I'ma keep it pushing till the wheels fall off the vehicle like

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold upi, hold up, hold up
Bitch, we got that shit that get you Twiztid like a pre roll