42 Dugg, Coi Leray, CMG The Label - Hold Me Down lyrics

Who made this shit? (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the
Me and Mozz' gon' ride (yeah)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til
The wheels fall off duffy doing too good
Niggas stealin' my sauce told my bitch
"It don't get no better than this"
Forty for a verse, I want fifty for a brick
I know, I know
I ain't stoppin' shit 'til my niggas all home

Still keep it on me
Put a nigga on a shirt quick
And you'll never hear the truth on my hurt
Bitch
First off, fuck what I'm doin' for mine
How much that purse cost?
Fuck who I put in that house
How much you worth dawg?
It's a couple Ms around this bitch
And I got enough water to drown this bitch
Youngin from the bottom, got it poppin'
Kept it solid, he the one now
Came from bein' stressed out
I'm havin' fun now
Right knee, bro ain't had a license
He was nineteen
And I gotta take the blame for it
I was thinkin' Hellcats
They thinkin' Range Rovers
And I ain't gotta sell weight, bitch
'cause my name hold it
Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb'
Just me and Ardie talkie
Can't look me in my face and
Tell me hoes ain't sick
Realest shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit"

For all my niggas I miss
Lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they
Still fuckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for
What I want for a verse baby, ride wit' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail
Half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks
Half a million dollar house

Yeah, yeah bitch, I don't trust nobody
Ridin' with that stick, yeah
Got to keep it by me
Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me
It's a couple killers in this section
We wildin'
They try to hold me back, keep tryin'
Shout out to them niggas, homie tell 'em
"Stay solid"
Pull up in that all black, bitch, we slidin'
Only hang with tens, pretty bitches
We vibin'
Yeah, first off, when my brother went down
Had to get my work off
Twenty bands the deposit
That's what the purse cost
Forty-two for a pound
That's what that work cost
Yeah, bitches don't stop
We was gettin' money off of hard rock
'Member you ain't front me, now
I'm on right now bitch, I'm in the booth
Got it on me right now

For all my niggas I miss
Lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they
Still fuckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for
What I want for a verse baby, ride wit' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail
Half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks
Half a million dollar house