Hold Up

[Intro:]
Heya heya nigga
It's Teecee Da Loc
I gotta tell them again
I asked TC and Loc now I tell them again
That .40 stay right by my side
So I ain’t need no friends
Where you from?
Motherfucker read my ball cap
Yank Crip, nigga and I'm with all that

[Verse 1:]
I’m like tick tock tickety tock
Drop top riding down the fucking block
The Ice cream truck tell that mother fucker stop
Ooh there go the cops with no cherries on the top
So I smashed on them put that gas on em
Bust a couple bitches, I got ghost on em
Aye TC coming home
I Just talked to him on the phone
Aye it's Lil TC, Tam Corleone

[Chorus:]
Hold up wait a minute
Wait a minute wait
Wait a mother fucking minute
I’m like hold up wait a minute
Wait a minute wait
Wait a mother fucking minute

[Verse 2:]
Hey I started this flocking and shit
Now this the motherfucking thanks I get
Hey I started this fast shit
Now this the motherfucking thanks I get
Get boo bopped so quick running off that lip
Save it for these hoes I don’t wanna hear that shit
Hey E-Bo what it do? I’m in that coup
Yeah that's that two
She got some bomb ass pussy
I ain’t Lucious but I killed that bitch cookie
Bein rich as a rookie
Selling dope and flipping that pussy

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Hey I started this flock and shit
Now this the mother fucking thanks I get
Hey I started this fast shit
Now this the mother fucking thanks I get
Yeah nigga another midtown classic
Back for you bust ass niggas
Pusha Ink the label though
Happening though nigga Ha