Hold Up! – Heywood Japulma Finga Lyrics
Verse 1 (Nottanka)
Hey, would ya pull my finger bro what's the hold up?
Called in a show for Tanka and they told me it was sold out
Call us the Avengers cause you know we bout to roll out
Took a vacay out in New York you know that it's old now
Gave my homeboy 20 bucks now he's feeling bold now
Took his girl out to McDonald's tryna get her laid up
But my homie found out so I had to get it paid up
I be living so long I might just have to give my grave up
Bury me with my treasure calling it a gold mine
Dress me in ice like it's damn Adventure Time
Bumpin it like Charli
Sipping on Bacardi
Told that bitch to crank it or we're blacking out at the party
Told that bitch to lick my shit and she held hеr fuckin tongue up
Hold up
Guns up
Fucking 'till the suns up
Trolled all of my opps and now thеy all pulling up
Told all they hating motherfuckers to shut their ass up
I am fucking Tanka and I'll make you fucking hold up
Hold, hold, h-, hold up
Hold, hold, h-, hold up
Now they in my basement smoking crack
Give that bitch a smack
Call me Katie B the way I sauce boss
Pull out my AK like it's the motherfucking holocaust (gasp)
Verse 2 (Heywood Japulma Finga)
Whole team move silent don't speak on the mission
Came from the floor, now the view look different
Stack after stack had to change my opinion
Too many clones, they just copy the image
Ice on my wrist but my heart stayed colder
Pressure made diamonds the weight on my shoulders
Still goin' up every season get older
Can't hit the brakes, I'm addicted to motion
Run on DND, I ain't hearing excuses
Talks real cheap, let the numbers produce it
Walk in the room and they switch how they movin'
I don't need hype let the work introduce me
Late nights, no sleep, just chasing a vision
Lost a few friends, they got lost in the distance
Now every move got precision and rhythm
Foot on the gas I don't ask for permission
Whole lotta miles I was running through setbacks
Now they hit my line like, "Bro, can we get that?"
Never look back I was chasing the next act
Turned every L to fuel for the jetpack
Still got the hunger, I ain't eatin' off memories
Sold every win from consistency, energy
Can't let the doubt write the end of my legacy
I keep applying that pressure indefinitely
Engine's still runnin', I don't got a limit
Walk through the fire, came out with a vision
Too many talkin', they miss what I'm buildin'
I'm in the lab while they're stuck in their feelings
