SideLine Watching (Hold Up)

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)

Let me catch my breath (Yeah)

Let me count these checks (What)

Flex on my Ex (Yeah)

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)

Break up in a text (What?)

Pull up in a GT3 (Yeah)

Fly off in a jet (vroom!)

Pull up, I'm suited

And you know I got my toolie

Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it

Heard you pull up, mini cooper

Told that lil bitch that she stupid

Okay these niggas can't move me

Okay these bitches can't move me

Those are not diamonds, they're rubies

Wait that's not rubies, that's glass

Smack that bitch right on the ass (what?)

I know that she's scared to lose me (what?)

Yea my Polo be from Louis

Niggas act like they was rootin'

But they really be some goofies (they is)

If you don't like me then sue me (what?)

Yea my new girl got that booty

That my new girl up in Gucci

Yea, What?

That my new girl up in Gucci

Yea, What?

Spend them bands all up in Gucci (Yeah)

Look at your chain who your Jeweler? (What)

You need to come to my Jeweler (Come on)

I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah)

I put a stick on my Ruger (Baa)

In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah)

Just met her, act like I knew her (I knew her)

Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah)

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)

Let me catch my breath (Yeah)

Let me count these checks (What)

Flex on my Ex (Yeah)

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)

Break up in a text (What?)

Pull up in a G (Yeah)

T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)

Let me catch my breath (Yeah)

Let me count these checks (What)

Flex on my Ex (Yeah)

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)

Break up in a text (What?)

Pull up in a G (Yeah)

T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)

Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah)

Almost didn't make it but I made it through (I made it, Yeah)

Gettin' to the money, if you snooze you lose

Woah, you should see the way that they plot on you (What?)

What? Wait, why they plot on me?

Cuz they really know that ain't no stopping me

Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me

Went and did it all night, girl I gotta leave

Yeah, pat your weave down before you see your man

Oh no, now you're mad, everything gon hit the fan

I don't want that um again, I don't want want that again

Even though that girl a ten, think we're better off being friends

Sike!, I'mma hit that again (yuh)

I'mma lick that again, I'mma split that again

Now I do what I want, can't do what I can

Think you're on, not at all, cause you know I ball (yea, what?)

Boy I heard you soft, I'mma cop it for the cost

Smoke the gas on my cloth

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)

Let me catch my breath (Yeah)

Let me count these checks (What)

Flex on my Ex (Yeah)

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)

Break up in a text (What?)

Pull up in a G (Yeah)

T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)

Let me catch my breath (Yeah)

Let me count these checks (What)

Flex on my Ex (Yeah)

I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)

Break up in a text (What?)

Pull up in a G (Yeah)

T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)