Текст песни Hold On (feat. Davo) - des

I don't know you
Hold on
Fuck nigga
Bag back
She keep talking bout them hoes
Baby I cant back track
Im not chasing after hoes
Ima let them have that
Young nigga goin indy
I ain't spit a bad rap
I don't know you
Soo don't try come and get a hand dap
I don't even sound like them
You hear my voice it stand out
Im the type to go and get it
I ain't have my hand out
Tryna step up for the ones i love and be the man now

Why beef we can go get this money together
I'm just tryna eat with my niggas forever
I had a lil bitch that i thought used to love me
Then she did me dirty i had to do better
The world gettin colder cause niggas be jealous
This real as it get aint no filter or edit
I wouldn't even be in the stu if it wasn't for Des an Yung Dolla
Im givin them credit
Fuck whoever hatin go tell them I said it
I roll up a blunt fill that shit up with medical
Postin yo gun but you know you a bitch
And don't know how to fight
It ain't nobdy scared of you
She eat the dick leave me feeling incredible
You cant be puttin no hoe on no pedestal
I'm not a nigga that you can replace in a day or a month
This shit here ain't comparable
Streets gettin crazy gotta stay dangerous
On a road to the riches fuck bein famous
Rather help my brother fore I leave him out to die
It hurt my heart the worst them days I seen my mama cry
M y uncle died we only talk when i look to the sky
So much a pain I try to cope this shit by gettin high
Fuck a nigga who ain't with me i'm forever solid
For my respect this shit get different ima die about it

I don't know you
Hold on
Fuck nigga
Bag back
She keep talking bout them hoes baby
I cant back track
Im not chasing after hoes
Ima let them have that
Young nigga goin indy
I ain't spit a bad rap
I don't know you
So don't try come and get a hand dap
I don't even sound like them
You hear my voice it stand out
Im the type to go and get it
I ain't have my hand out
Tryna step up for the ones i love and be the man now

Im in this shit for the richest
Losing my mind tryna get me some digits
Do this for the fam I said fuck all them bitches
Trappin these rats cause I know that they snitching
They cant feel my pain
They don't how i'm feelin
Neighborhood hero so im not a villian
I gotta look out for my fam and they children
Im workin so hard tryna get me a million
Im tryna stack up lookin passed all the ceilings
I fuck her so good that she get her feelings
I just want money she giving it up
But she gone get attached and I don't want no dealings
This shit gone get tough and then when you get hurt
I don't want you to go and act like you the victim
Losing my mind cause they took all my dogs and
I know that my niggas just cant beat the system
Want me to fall like we way in September
If he want smoke then just bring me a swisher
Knew he was lackin he aint got no pistol
Im finna blow like a ref with a whistle
This for my niggas thats gone and I miss them
This my mama my granny and sister
This for the ones thats locked in a cage
While wasting they life while just sitting in a prison
Niggas be playin, they fakin portraying act like they yo bro
When they just out get you
Say its a problem but you aint say nothin
You niggas be trippin you don't want that issue
We not in school but i'm ringin the bell
You won't get to leave until i dismiss you
Talkin my shit if you feel its for you then i got a couple rolls of tissue yeah

I don't know you
Hold on
Fuck nigga
Bag back
She keep talking bout them hoes baby
I cant back track
Im not chasing after hoes
Ima let them have that
Young nigga goin indy
I ain't spit a bad rap
I don't know you
Soo don't try come and get a hand dap
I don't even sound like them
You hear my voice it stand out
Im the type to go and get it
I ain't have my hand out
Tryna step up for the ones I love and be the man now