HOLDMYOWN! lyrics

by

XEROGI


[Intro: Grave 718]
These b*tches wan' blow up my cellular
What on my waist b*tch I feel like a wrestler, aye
We movin' so hot, it's irregular
Run down on him yeah he feeling the temperature, aye
Y'all can't compete with the heat that i bring to the streets so y'all just f*cking tweet 'bout me
And nah I ain't talking bout these hoes OD'ing but i know ya girl always tweak 'bout me
The choppa gon' eat like a feast
Peeped Mason Margelia his feet
He said he gon' kill me I doubt it
b*tch I’ll spill his blood on his team
Like b*tch what the f*ck do you mean?
I'm waiting outside with the beam
Please do not scream
I just need to let off some steam
Let that sh*t off at your face
Imma laugh while he-

[Verse 1: Grave 718]
These b*tches wan' blow up my cellular
What on my waist b*tch I feel like a wrestler, aye
We movin' so hot, it's irregular
Run down on him yeah he feeling the temperature, aye
Y'all can't compete with the heat that i bring to the streets so y'all just f*cking tweet 'bout me
And nah I ain't talking bout these hoes OD'ing but i know ya girl always tweak 'bout me
The choppa gon' eat like a feast
Peeped Mason Margelia his feet
He said he gon' kill me I doubt it
b*tch I’ll spill his blood on his team
Like b*tch what the f*ck do you mean?
I'm waiting outside with the beam
Please do not scream
I just need to let off some steam
Let that sh*t off at your face
Imma laugh while he bleed
[Hook: Grave 718]
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door (Aye, aye)

[Chorus: Grave 718]
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, aye
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye

[Verse 2: Grave 718]
Strap on my waist what I pack on my waist, lil b*tch (aye)
Put a lil b*tch in his place
Like f*ck is you saying boy? We ain't the same, aye
Please get the f*ck out my face
I can't f*ck with a fake I can't f*ck wit a snake, aye
Stomp that lil b*tch to his grave
Said he wanna test me boy what is you thinking?
I'll make his face eat the pave
[Chorus: Grave 718]
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch Imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door (Aye, aye)
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