LMHY

[Verse 1: tana]
Smoking 'thrax in L.A. on a yacht
Maison on, I don't care what you got
Call up 'giela. we might shoot at a opp
We get money, we don't care about no thot
Thirteen, I was servin' that rock
Fourteen now, they asked me to drop
Let me hold you, let me keep you on lock
(Let me hold you)

[Verse 2: Tr6vis]
XD on me, guarantee it's gon' pop
Four or five shots, yeah, his body gon' drop
Just like 2K, yeah, his ass gon' flop
I ain't talkin' [?] somebody go grab the mop

[Verse 3: Margielaa]
Yeah, sip too much lean, I might die off the Wock'
President in the trap, I feel like Barack
We put him up in the sky like a hawk
No Lil Uzi, this Glock finna pop

[Verse 4: Tr6vis]
He ain't go to the doctor yeah, his heartbeat stopped
Heard boom boom now, he can't see the [?]
[?] my pants, they [?]
[?] talking he got put in the box

[Verse 5: tana]
Stab a nigga like Lil Freddy did Jason
God damn, I don't know why they hatin'
Smoking, gas, and she say I look Asian
(What the fuck, holmes?) Yeah
Kato drive-by, we gon' spin at that car
Leave him blind, aimin' straight for his eyes
Kicking stuff, I'm in L.A. with my guys
On Melrose, tryna see what to buy

[Verse 6: Margielaa]
Yeah, talk on my brother it's a homicide
I tell your bitch come and hope in the ride
Talk on the dead but he [?]
Two shots to the face how the fuck he ain't die?
[?] nigga 30 bands, in my pants
Walk in that bitch with the Glock in my hand
Tryna [?] these hands
I'm in the trenches and my money dance
Feel like Kobe leave a nigga deceased
Kill off xans cause a young geeked
Your bitch see me, and she turn to a freak
One on one you could never be me, Gang

[Outro]
Lil bitch
(Let me hold you)