Waka Flocka Flame, Wooh da Kid - Hol' Up Trap

Hol' up, Trap Trap, we ain't never asked for a handout, man All y'all niggas did was blame me for the shit you couldn't hustle for nigga Tell the truth, pussy (Trapaholics, real trap, yeah) (Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (Hol' up Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard? (The grease) (Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard? (Damn, son, where'd you find this?) Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up trap, legendary Wooh Da back (what!) Rich got favorite Shooter back (yes), cut throat nigga no you ain't that Heard you niggas love to rap Pussy nigga run his mouth, we spin his block he runnin' laps Niggas know we not them one, play with me I get it done They die 'bout me, don't play with him (what?) You keep screaming 'bout a blick but niggas know we stay with them (yes) And you know we shootin' shit that's sinkable, hope you can swim? Hol' up Trap (what else?) I've been up all day and night Fuck me good she do it right but shawty you can't spend the night (Hol' up Trap) I'ma strappaholic that just blacked out I can't wear no suit and tie, I'm sorry I'm too trapped out (Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!) (Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard? (Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard? Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up trap, Waka back wildin' I talk in punchlines, you talk in captions (what!) Ol' money flip it like a Gemini move (yeah! Yeah!) And the club get on tune when I step in the room (yeah! Yeah!) Flocka yellin' boow! Now they dockin' on instinct (boow! Boow! Boow! Boow!) TJ yell "Trap," and you hear bottles start clinking (yeah! Yeah!) Ain't no chill just flames and confetti (yeah! Yeah!) Shawty stay on top, and I say, "Yeah but I'm ready" (yeah! Yeah!) Flick a lil high, haters, let the roomers marinate Now the fee double, even silence got a rate Labels talk split, I talk leveraging and options (what! Flocka!) Told 'em keep the flowers, wire funds to the auction (Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (what! What!) (Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard? (Hol' up, Trap) walked up in the club, where the shots at? (Yeah, yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) nigga we ain't social you gettin' shot at (yeah, yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) salute me or just shoot me while I'm fuckin' back (yeah, yo!) (Hol' up, Trap) why the fuck my grease got niggas hard?