Hold Up chords and lyrics - XANMAN

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Nigga, I stick in this 30,
I walk [F]in the room
Black ops zombies,
[Am]this bitch go kaboom
I'm towin' [Bb]the shawty off MF Doom
He [Am]ain't know that it's Drake out of sight
I feel like she keep[F]in'
the pistol on light
Make him walk home naked like [Am]Kanye White
I put down the stick and got
skilled [F]with a knife
[Am]Yeah, they like, shoot, baby, hold up
He died in your face, [F]you froze up
[Am]This Uz[F]i gon' hit [Am]from the nose up
I feel like [Bbsus4]a dolly, I roll up
[Am]This stick on my hip, it'll kill people
I see [F]my dawg crash like Vin Dies[Am]el
With a fine and a haystack,
ten needles
They think [F]I'm safe, probably Ben [Am]Siegel
I throw him off the 50th floor
[F]like Boss Man D -Low
You wanna be [Am]a boss? a keel up
I'm hittin' that big Drake off [Bb]with a peep -off
I [Am]snag a n***a like LaCrosse,
I'm a janker
I know she is tor[F]tured, she
is wearin' an ankle
I'm shoot[Am]in',
you better take cover like a blanker
My man kill the biggest opp
[F]up his ranker
I'm shoot,
baby, you [Am]ain't know shit, get real
[F]I blow a[Am] n***a up,
[F]all you heard was Insta kill
All you gotta do [Am]is get
me stickin' some pills
She say she like killers,
I kill [Bb]you for sex appeal
He like, [Am]take the chain,
I don't care if your necklace real
I'm tryna take your life,
[F]The New York [Am]plug,
you gave me tight, n***a
I'd probably blow up your
uncle like [F]ice, n***a
O .T. plug [Am]like call me on Skype,
n***a
Shooter with dreads,
he look [F]like a dyke, n***a
I spin [Am]the wheel like the price is right,
n***a
I'm sendin' a hit in high school [Bb]in one light,
n***a
I'm [Am]H2, baby,
but Moody the right name
She wanna be with Xan,
so she [F]ain't get lice,
Nobody checked up on me
when my partner [Am]got sliced,
They got shoots in the medic,
I'm lights [F]on these sipes, n***a
[Am]Yeah, they like, shoot, baby, hold up
He died in [F]your face, you froze [Am]up
This Uzi gon' hit from the nose up
I feel like [Bbsus4]a dolly, I roll up[Am]
This stick on my hip really kill peeps
I see [F]my dawg crash like Vin Dies[Am]el
With a fine and a haystack,
ten needles
They think I'm safe, [F]probably Ben Siegel
Take [Am]a picture like a post -op
You tryna tell [F]the police,
always post -op
Michael Jackson make your nose [Am]flop
Nigga, I'm grabbin' a stick,
I don't [Bb]care, bro, nah
[Am]I don't care and my mother not
Nigga, my shooter got dreads
I know [F]he got dreads
and I [Am]make him cut his locks
Scorin' a nigga,
we not doin' a stut[F]ter -stop
Poppin' these four -headed raws
[Am]like butterscotch
Nigga, I'm moody,
[F]you don't know how I'm feelin'
My young nigga out there like
Netflix and Scribbler
Like Bay[Am]less, I'm shootin' a stick,
I ain't skippin'
I'm too [Bb]famous to retali[Am]ate on bitches
My girl [F]got a chop[Am]per,
she leave a n***a dickless
How [F]much money you
guys [Am]ain't endless?
Got two big thirties like I
live [F]in Memphis
[Am]Yeah, they like, shoot baby, hold [Dm]up
He died in your face, [F]you froze up
[Am]This Uzi gon' hit from the nose up
I feel [F]like [Bbsus4]a dolly, I roll up[Am]
This stick on my hip really kill people
I seen [F]my dawg crash like Vin Dies[Am]el
But I find it a haystack, ten needles
They think I'm [F]Zay Poverty,
Ben [Am]Siegel[F][Am]
[Bb][Am]
[F]you[Am]