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[Intro: Yung Bans & Future] Hold up Wheezy outta here [Chorus: Yung Bans] Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch Shut your mouth and drink my kids Freaky lil’ ho might drink my piss Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss [Verse 1: Yung Bans] Hold up, lil’ bitch, I don’t want you, lil’ bitch I ain’t cuffin’ no shit, you belong to this dick (Wheezy outta here) Fame got you ridin’ a carriage Pull up right now and embarrass you, yeah All of these sticks, I’m a terrorist Your boyfriend a bitch, I’ma scare him, yeah Nut in the ho, end your marriage She for the gang and we sharin’ her [Verse 2: Gunna] The stones in my ear are three carats (Gunna) Niggas talk, remind me of a parrot (Carats) I’m in that zone, I put that shit on They try figure out what I’m wearing (Oh) Fly like a drone, go shop at Patrón Hit Barneys right after the Jeffery (Yeah) Addicted to clothes, I dress up at home She give me her dome, YSL on the throne (Yeah, Wheezy outta here) Hold up, woah, hold up (Hold up) Whole lot of cash, we got bricks, bucks You got the back in that Lambo truck Hold up, hold up (Hold up) I went and got in my bag, yup Play with them slimes, we’ll smash you (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Yung Bans & Young Thug] Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch (Yeah) Shut your mouth and drink my kids (Yeah, yeah) Freaky lil’ ho might drink my piss (Woo) Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss (Woo) Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3: Young Thug] I caught a body, I killed all the oppies I dress in hibachi, I done robbed my papi I sold him some soap and I told him it’s molly Automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty I drip in Off-White, clean up with no spotties I got a Spyder, my idol was Spikey (Wheezy outta here) Fuck with it, whackin’, went been caught a body I bury him alive in the back of the Swats Bitches perform in the line, it’s a spot Murk him and let him sit down and just rot Shot up his coupe and we shot up the shop I don’t care ‘bout no court, I don’t care ‘bout no cops (Wheezy outta here) [Verse 4: Yung Bans] He dead on the scene, my niggas bang green Commited lil’ bitches, they down for the team Racks in, packs in, OMG It’s slatt, these niggas know OLP Young nigga came in with a MAC-10 Serve ‘em through the back then Yeah, I got the packs in, go get the backend Break the bitch back in I ain’t gotta run off, nigga, that was back then [Chorus: Yung Bans] Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch Shut your mouth and drink my kids Freaky lil’ ho might drink my piss Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss

Vertaling

[Intro: Yung Bans & Future] Wacht even Wheezy outta here [Chorus: Yung Bans] Wacht even, wacht even, wacht even Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch Hou je mond en drink mijn kinderen Freaky lil’ ho zou mijn pis kunnen drinken Wakker worden, ga een likken, kan niet missen [Verse 1: Yung Bans] Wacht even, kleine teef, ik wil je niet, kleine teef Ik doe je geen boeien om, je hoort bij deze lul (Wheezy outta here) Fame got you ridin’ a carriage Ik kom nu en zet je voor schut. Al deze stokken, ik ben een terrorist Je vriend is een trut, ik maak hem bang, ja Nut in de hoer, beëindig je huwelijk She for the gang and we sharin’ her [Verse 2: Gunna] The stones in my ear are three carats (Gunna) Niggas talk, remind me of a parrot (Carats) I’m in that zone, I put that shit on They try figure out what I’m wearing (Oh) Fly like a drone, go shop at Patrón Hit Barneys recht na de Jeffery (Yeah) Verslaafd aan kleren, Ik kleed me thuis aan Ze geeft me haar koepel, YSL op de troon (Yeah, Wheezy outta here) Wacht even, woah, wacht even. Heel veel geld, we hebben stenen, bucks Je hebt de achterkant in die Lambo truck Wacht even, wacht even. Ik ging en pakte mijn tas, yup Speel met die slijmballen, we slaan je in elkaar. (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Yung Bans & Young Thug] Wacht even, wacht even, wacht even Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch (Yeah) Shut your mouth and drink my kids (Yeah, yeah) Freaky lil’ ho zou mijn pis kunnen drinken (Woo) Wakker worden, ga een lik raken, kan niet missen. Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3: Young Thug] I caught a body, I killed all the oppies I dress in hibachi, I done robbed my papi I sold him some soap and I told him it’s molly Automatic the coupe, automatic the shotty I drip in Off-White, clean up with no spotties Ik heb een Spyder, mijn idool was Spikey (Wheezy outta here) Fuck with it, whackin’, went been caught a body Ik begroef hem levend in de achterbak van de Swats Bitches treden op in de rij, het is een plek Murk him and let him sit down and just rot Schoot zijn coupe en we schoten op de winkel Ik geef niet om de rechtbank, ik geef niet om de politie (Wheezy outta here) [Verse 4: Yung Bans] Hij is dood op de scene, mijn niggas bang green Commited lil’ bitches, they down for the team Racks in, packs in, OMG It’s slatt, these niggas know OLP Young nigga came in with a MAC-10 Serveer ze via de achterkant dan. Yeah, I got the packs in, go get the backend Break the bitch back in I ain’t gotta run off, nigga, that was back then [Chorus: Yung Bans] Hold up, hold up, hold up Uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little bitch Shut your mouth and drink my kids Freaky lil’ ho zou mijn pis kunnen drinken Wake up, go hit a lick, can’t miss