Текст песни Holdup - Spinabenz

Brodie I don't wanna do it
So you just lay down
You don't wanna die (aye)
You don't wanna die

Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up

Brodie my bra got my back in this bitch
Got the strap in this bitch
With the Glock in the sig
6 in his chest
And he popped like a jigg
Spinna don't do it
It's already did
Location on ain't ducking shit
Shug brother Gang Gang In This bitch
Flame in this bitch let it bang in this bitch
Whole crew opera mode let it sang in this bitch
Don't get motherfucking shot nigga
You acting like you wanna get shot nigga
Choppa cook a nigga like George Forman
It's real Spinna don't chill
Look through the site then bang on the drill
Get his whole name so we know where he live
Ion talk about it I be really in the field
Poles on deck like a light by a field
Clip got a curve like a motherfucking elbow
Imma shoot first imma get out the jam hoe
Choppa go BLAM no choppa go BLAT
Shoot at his mouth & his nose & his hat
2 shots can miss and just one can connect
Either way all of the shots at his head (Grrrrr)

Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up

1 nigga 2 guns
Big money blue Huns
I shoot you run
Smoke gas this shit so strong
It fuck up yo lungs
You ain't fucking kick rocks
Stop by the side and skrtt through the block
Shoot at his mama his granny his pops
Swinging that cutta like kids in the park
Swinging that cutta like kids in the swing
Bet you won't leave out the way that you Came
We on the parking lot tucking them thangs
Nigga get to set Tripping
Tec spitting
Vet dipping
You ain't heard at the door
This fuck nigga say I can't bring the strap wit me
Well I ain't going in if I can't bring the strap wit me
And if I got it Somebody else got it
So you know I got my gat wit me
I tell me partna SHOOT IT UP
And you know he Make is gat empty
I'm Wit Still Shootin, Shootem Up, Wop Wit That Chop, Ski Mask, & No Face
Ain't no telling what I might do
But I ain't tryna fuck up bro face

Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up
Holdup don't make me shoot this bitch the fuck up