Hold It Down

[Hook]
P-O-P hold it down
(repeat 4x)

[Intro]
Fuego
That's Fuego
Fuego
That's Fuego
Jup
Lil boi'
Yah

[Verse 1]
Shapeshifter (jup)
Got nothing but love for all my brothers and sisters (mama I love ya)
Got nothing but drugs for all the scum in my system (lowkey though)
Need nothing but plug for all my poetic niggas
Hustlas, hittas, franklin billas, chasing scrilla
I feel ya
Knew ya just, knew ya had to be something
Went away to school excusing my slumber
But I never broke down like a prime number
If love is a blunt I hope we burn slow, reality hits I hope we don't choke
But if we happen to burn in vain, save the roaches rekindle old flames
Put one in the air with ya boy
Don't try parallels with ya boy
Sorry for you but new news
You gone need more than a Bluetooth to compare with ya boy
LA VanGogh or Fuego it's the same
But you knew me way back like scales in bed frames
Knew me way back before the gold frames
Like bleach on black we used to make stains (hold it dine)
And it was all good bout a week ago (Schmoney dance)
Now, we grown up and we tweakin'
When slap turned to fist and push came to shove
And falls turned to flights just tripping on us
From piecing peace up to classes I cut
Just know it's all love on all of the above

[Pre-Hook]
Rain, rain
Go away
Clouds you can stay
'Cause it's ninety-six degrees
And the seats in the whip get hot from the sun's shining rays
But, fuck it

[Hook]
P-O-P hold it down
(repeat 4x)
When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down

[Verse 2]
Boston lager, got some things Milwaukee brewing (huh?)
Ain't exactly proud of all the things I'm doing (They sayin' I drove the getaway car)
Fast money ain't no upper class money
Slow money better than no money
Tired of getting faded, man my homie just went bald, ima need me that Afro money
I heard summer coming better hide ya lives
Looking for a sweet lick hide your hives
Bees in the trap make pies and the shooters on point
Dot your tees and cross your eyes
Cross yourself
Head to chest, shoulder to shoulder
Seen a clipper shoot off by the lake or by state
It musta been Lamar, it was over a 7 he owed him
That's only a quarter
Identity crisis, oh Dionysus I need you in my corner
Been fighting temptation and Otis been kicking my ass for the longest
When life was David Ruffin
And I was feeling blue
I knew I'd count on you like fingers I use for touchin'
We traveled between here and Motown like nothin'
And I swear it was all good 'bout a week ago
Now I'm grown up and I'm tweakin'
When slap turned to fist and push came to shove
And falls turned to flights just tripping on us
From piecing peace up to classes I cut
Just know it's all love on to father from son

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[End]
When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down