Lil’ O, Z-Ro, BFK - Hold it Down lyrics

[Lil’ O, Z-Ro, BFK - Hold it Down lyrics]

Southsive for live, we balling in the mix
It's going down H Town for real, pull it out
Let em know, we bout to steal the show
Pull up on 4's, kick down the do, what

Cause, I'ma hold it down
And represent H Town
They said we wouldn't make it
Swore it wasn't going down
But, I'ma show em now, that we about to clown
Regulate for Texas state
Baby I'ma hold it down yay yay

Hey I'm young dumb full of cum, icy and numb
Block bleeder balla, pass the great pupon
My dress code stay thoed
They be like where you from
I tell em Third Coast Texas race, Houston
And I stop the piece, when my Glocks release
Catch me on the Southwest
Moving flocks of geese


Talking down on my city
You'll get rocked to sleep
Cause, I keep a AK, ready to chop the streets
And I don't need no friends
But, I need those ends
I'm trying to get the six double zero Benz
You try to stop that, it'll be your end
We bar none boys, we don't see no men
And we fear no coward
Get money and the power reign in the states
With the flakes and the flower
Hit clubs on Dubs, standing out like a tower
Hop out in bitches shoes
Leaving niggas sour, what

I'm a habitual hard knocker
And a menace as well
Blood thirsty like rotweilers
In the kitchen with scales
Chickens and mail
Got us dodging prison and jail
Slipping your nail
My niggas off of timid and frail like toxic
Come up with smells my aroma is stronger
Man water corona, stop on cobonas
We know the ray corners, like we the F-E-D's
Best believe when we squeeze
Niggas chests gon bleed
Yes indeed, no doubt we bout to rest emcees
Baller naming as the greatest
Full breaded pedigree
Lifestyle and profile, living big celebrity
Never push inside my pride or, integrity
My people deep as a river
Bring it on we can rumble
Turning cowards over like fumbles
Or my homies the jungle
Street smart and lion hearted
What I started I finish
We provoke it and cause commotion
By the time we done hit it

I'ma compose when paper fold
And my attitude's cocky
And dodging and breaking bones pockets
Leaving your posse sluggish and sloppy
Smoking like a broken solloppe
I shake fades and break bread
While I'm blowing on broccoli
My block bleeding blood hounds
Stay down like flat tires
Convicted and pass bond
We glisten like selfox paper rock path find
Ain't no sleeping's the motto
Dehydrated for our dollas
Kottenmouth and can't swallow
We Dirty Third desperadoes
Dumping ashes on bitches
Mashing on snitches
And pussy glasses matching my bridges
Slagging and slipping
Never in my macking and pimping
I game spit your main bitch
Never shackle a pigeon
My teeth glisten while they greeting
When I'm bending in women
I'm spinning that pimping, gangsta limping
Off of vision and gripping
Adrenaline dripping when I'm pumping
With a passion for stacking
Stanking like walts I catch em,?charlie hustle in mansions?

(Z-Ro in background) yay ay

Dedicated to the streets of H Town Texas
The whole Dirty Third
Everybody that held a playa down
When it wasn't going down
You know I'm saying
Much love from the Fat Rat With The Cheeze
Lil' O bFK, Z-Ro, 89 hundred brat

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