Song Hold Up Wait a Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics

Hold Up Wait a Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics

Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for?

You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

In a matter of time I spent on some locked up s–t

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do”

If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, “Achoo”

Like a n—a sneezed, n—a please before them triggers squeeze

I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started, lil’ n—a but I’m lionhearted

They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed

I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist

No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garage

Got foreign b—hes menagin’, f–kin’, s^ckin’, and swallowin’

Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em

I did it without an album

I did s–t with Mariah

Lil’ n—a I’m on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly n—a I’m Flyer

When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace

Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot

You ain’t talkin’ bout my n—as then what you talkin’ bout?

Gangstas move in silence, n—a and I don’t talk a lot

I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve f–k n—a

Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?

When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented?

Flexin’ on these n—as, I’m like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant

I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke

That Lambo, my new b—h, she don’t ride like my ghost

I’m ridin’ around my city with my hands strapped around my toast

Cause these n—as want me dead and I gotta make it back home

Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk

These n—as tryna take my life, they f–k around get killed

You f–k around, you f–k around, you f–k around, get smoked

Cause these Philly n—as I brought with me don’t f–k around, no joke

All I know is murder, when it comes to me

I got young n—as that’s rollin’ I got n—as throwin’ b’s

I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs

Every time I’m in that b—h I get to throwin’ 30 G’s

Now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on Collins

They let my n—a Ern back home, that young n—a be wildin’

We young n—as and we mobbin’, like Batman and we’re robbin’ (Robin)

This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin’

I’m like real n—a what up, real n—a what up

If you ain’t about that murder game then p—y n—a shut up

If you diss me in yo’ raps, I’ll get your p—y a^^ stuck up

When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good

Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could

Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock

And they be throwin’ deuces on the same n—a they stream

And I’m the king of my city cause I’m still callin’ them shots

And these lames talkin’ that bulls–t the same n—as that flock

I’m the same n—a from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

The same n—a that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these n—as hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me

Still on that hood s–t, my Rolls Royce on E

They gon’ remember me, I say remember me

So much money have ya friends turn into enemies

And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories

With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold up

Broke n—a turned rich, love the game like Mitch

And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon’ still s^ck my d–k?

It was somethin’ ’bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I’m gone