Hold Up - Joey Cool

K-K-Kato on the track, bitch

Baby hold up

Hold the fuck up mane

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna roll up?

If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna pour up?

Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up

Act like I ain’t been here, act like I ain’t got peers

Act like I ain’t been pro now, goin' on 'bout nine years

Act like they ain’t been toasted, raise up a glass, say cheers

Ask Mama Coolie, she’ll tell ya, Joey ain’t got no fear

Trav said I ain’t gotta out-rap, thought for a sec «Yeah I’m 'bout that»

Bar after bar, bar is amazed, shit don’t sell, it’s a mousetrap

I ain’t even been up out the house yet

I ain’t even get up off the couch yet

My girl in here naked

I ain’t finna make it to the soundcheck

Ask B. Hood 'bout Joe Cool

Ask Marley Young 'bout Joe Cool

'bout Joe Cool

Back when I was living in the goat, fool

Last summer I was at Noble

Malibu coast, they know you?

Bitch don’t know what I go through

Duck down, nigga, don’t pause through

Ask California 'bout Joe Cool

Ask Atlanta 'bout Joe Cool

Ask Arizona 'bout Joe Cool

Ask Montana 'bout Joe Cool

Which one of y’all finna roll up?

Which one of y’all finna pour up?

Back, back, homie, you don’t know us

Strange gang, bitch, where we go up, up, up

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna roll up?

If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna pour up?

Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up

Act like y’all ain’t heard Out There

Act like y’all ain’t heard Opus

Act like we ain’t really out here

Act like I ain’t been focused

Act like we ain’t got clout here

Like we ain’t ahead of you jokers

Act like we ain’t been around here

'Bout damn time y’all done woke up

Act like I ain’t been hard, nigga

Act like I don’t spit bars, nigga

Act like I ain’t tour Planet

Yeah, gotta mingle with the stars, nigga

Pull up in an all-black car nigga

Jetpack all on that dark, nigga

Act like y’all ain’t heard this nigga

Act like y’all ain’t heard this nigga

Acting like I ain’t 13

But I’m murdering chess after, mother sure thing

On the verge of verging to burst 'cause I be searching

For a way to keep the gig goin' off but it ain’t working

Lurking, learning, observing and then emerging

Giving 'em more of what they be deserving

First things first, I ain’t going out 'til anybody heard about the kid

That be switching this shit up like it is Kyrie Irving

Eating a beat and proceeding to feed an abomination

Sneaking and creeping and leave 'em in pieces

Like Jesus, you see this?

He feasting and beasting

And everyone who in his way believe it, we’ve seen it

He’s been an oddity, anomaly, a prodigy

He’s stopping the monstrosity called mumble-ology

Apologies, I’m tired of all the comedies who wanna be’s

So I say-

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna roll up?

If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna pour up?

Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna roll up?

If this bitch ain’t finna be popping here until me and my crew come stroll up

Hold up, hold up

Which one of y’all finna pour up?

Until me and my crew come walking in with these bad biddy baby that glow up