Hold up
Peanut Butter Wolf featuring Rasco Lyrics
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Verse 1:
Yo check
Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted
We be at the spot chillin
While you're stealin
Niggas is still walkin Rasco is four wheelin
Only built for speed yes indeed
27 years old with no seed
I'm a raw breed
But still got mouths to feed
So don't be givin me shit I don't need
I make the head hurt
>From the supadupa legwork
Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt
I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest
Now a different story when I come blast the vest
Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten
Comin out your face
Sideways, it's forbidden
Better get the guiden
I swopped like Batmidden
Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin
Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine
Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time
Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny
Women didn't want it but now they yell honey
Bring 'em to the house
Watch 'em come out the blouse
Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance
Assume the stance, cash in advance
I got the full package but watch the right hand
Verse 2:
It's the five-minute drill
But still we stack bills
Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels
Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals
Bring it to the front to pump with no frills
All extra shit can get the backsplit
Ras be the brother that women relax with
I do a backflip, then pirouette inject
Plus be the nigga that never lost a bet
Television sets ain't big enough to see
And now my career ain't big enough for three
Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em
But tell you one thing, can't split it in half with 'em
Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd
I rather keep a 100% to pay rent
Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande
And keep the joint jumpin from Philly to San Fran
Never gave a damn how hard y'all can slam
Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram
A 150 pounds with worldwide respect
Be chillin at the crib while Wolf signs the check
1998
Soul Father
PB Wolf, on the 1's and the 2's
Wack crews get bruised
Check us out y'all
Check us out y'all
In Peanut Butter Wolf's song, Hold Up, featuring Rasco, the lyrics of the verses revolve around bragging rights and the journey to the top of the music industry. The song starts with both of them talking about how they have no tolerance for people who front, and how they only come up with good rhymes when they're high on weed. They also talk about how they spend their time at the spot, while others are stealing, and how Rasco is moving forward, symbolized by the mention of four-wheeling. Rasco also talks about how he's built for speed and how he doesn't have a child yet. He talks about how he's got mouths to feed but doesn't need any more crap from others. They both also talk about how they're the best in the game and how they're ready to take on anyone. The second verse talks about how they're stacking bills and how they're able to fix everything, including broken wheels. Rasco mentions how he does a backflip and injects while relaxing with women. He talks about how he never loses bets and how he doesn't want to split anything. They both talk about how they're signing checks and how their careers demand more respect than they're receiving.
The lyrics of the song display a sense of confidence and resilience, despite the odds, through which both Peanut Butter Wolf and Rasco are able to level up their careers. The two artists flow effortlessly over the beat, displaying their lyrical prowess and ability to capture the listener's attention. Ultimately, their message in the song is that they are not to be messed with, especially because they've put in the effort to reach the top.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo check
Listen up and pay attention
I capital punish brothers that fronted
I severely punish those who act tough or disrespect me
Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted
Some rappers can only write rhymes when they're under the influence
We be at the spot chillin
We're hanging out in a relaxed setting
While you're stealin
While you're committing crimes
Niggas is still walkin Rasco is four wheelin
I'm driving in style while others are still walking
Only built for speed yes indeed
I'm built for speed and agility
27 years old with no seed
I'm 27 and don't have any children
I'm a raw breed
I come from a tough background and am a unique individual
But still got mouths to feed
I have responsibilities to take care of
So don't be givin me shit I don't need
Don't give me anything unnecessary or unwanted
I make the head hurt
I create memorable and impactful music
From the supadupa legwork
Through my hard work and dedication
Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt
Others envy me and want what I have
I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest
I become the best and surpass others in my field
Now a different story when I come blast the vest
It's a different story when I'm involved in something violent or aggressive
Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten
My rhymes are tough and I leave others in shock
Comin out your face Sideways, it's forbidden
Talking disrespectfully is not allowed
Better get the guiden
Get guidance before you act or speak
I swopped like Batman
I move quickly and gracefully
Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin
As soon as others speak or act, I'm on top of them
Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine
I completely outdo and defeat my opponents
Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time
I know others are watching and trying to copy my moves
Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny
Others thought I couldn't rap, but it's amusing to me
Women didn't want it but now they yell honey
Women did not initially show interest in me, but now they do
Bring 'em to the house Watch 'em come out the blouse
I attract women to my home and they become attracted to me
Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance
I have sexual encounters with women
Assume the stance, cash in advance
I prepare for future success and make smart financial decisions
I got the full package but watch the right hand
I have many skills and talents, but be aware of my true intentions
It's the five-minute drill But still we stack bills
We work hard and efficiently to make money
Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels
I can help fix your broken car
Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals
I can explain the struggles of hunger and poverty
Bring it to the front to pump with no frills
I'm not interested in unnecessary extravagance or fancy things
All extra shit can get the backsplit
All unnecessary things can go away
Ras be the brother that women relax with
Rasco is someone that women feel comfortable around
I do a backflip, then pirouette inject
I am skilled physically and gifted in dance
Plus be the nigga that never lost a bet
I have a history of successful betting
Television sets ain't big enough to see
My accomplishments are so great that they can't be contained on TV
And now my career ain't big enough for three
My success has reached its maximum potential
Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em
I am still friends with some people who knew me before my success
But tell you one thing, can't split it in half with 'em
I can't share my success with others equally
Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd
Splitting my success with others is unfair and unreasonable
I rather keep a 100% to pay rent
I want to keep all of my earnings in order to pay basic necessities
Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande
I'm making plans to reach the highest level of success
And keep the joint jumpin from Philly to San Fran
I want to keep audiences energized and excited in different cities
Never gave a damn how hard y'all can slam
I don't care about criticism or hate from others
Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram
I'm so good at rapping that I can make others look bad in comparison
A 150 pounds with worldwide respect
I'm a small individual but have a large amount of respect from people all over the world
Be chillin at the crib while Wolf signs the check
I'm relaxed at home while Peanut Butter Wolf handles business dealings
1998 Soul Father PB Wolf, on the 1's and the 2's Wack crews get bruised
These are the artists and producers involved in the song
Check us out y'all
Take a look at what we're doing
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Harris, Antwan Patton, Jamal Harris, Vidal Davis
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@spaceman417
rasco great flow
@marzerofrangone
pesadão!!!
@wileyeyefloaty665
Tuff is all I need to say to the public.
Facts
@slayguevara_4374
Drums at the end make my skin feel like leather
@Samastano
shit's fresh
@Older349
🔥🔥🔥🔥👊🏻
@funniestfunkinstreetfights9773
Dope
@AnonsCrossfader
Rasco kinda sounds like Large Pro
@Traksmasher
And CHILL ROB G!
@professhunbeats7584
Real talk