Hold up
T Streets Lyrics


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Bitch I'm me, American gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend,
I ain't far in the danger
Clip full of wings,
Turn you boys into angels
Shoot ya in your halo,
Shoot you like halo
New Orleans A-hole,
Flee-o, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like Qualo,
Ball like gay hoes
Weed so strong
Its like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9's,
4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems,
Well I am problematic
It's back to pickin' cotton
Cause you niggas cotton candy
I'ma east side damu,
Deep water Shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo,
Pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Bitch I'm streets, I rep that east
Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission complete
Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga don't fuck wit' imitations
Young Money nigga ain't no limitations
I don't play games niggas simulation
Which one of y'all niggas say ya bout it?
It's a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it
That's word to the glock.
Glock in the sock
Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot
Hold up

Uh,
Married to the money,
You welcome to the reception
She came with problems,
Fuck it that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach,
Wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast
Turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uh based on a true story,
I got a million flows they ain't even two stories
Sleepin' on the edge,
I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird
And that's how I get the worm yeah
Real nigga university, alumni
Just check my watch
And that bitch say sometimes
She say when I'm in her
It feel like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks,
Well its my spokes person
Uh grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams
And make her come true, yeah
Young Money in the power
Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin flower

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up

Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Man hustle till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'

Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute




Hold up
Hold up

Overall Meaning

The first verse of T Streets's song "Hold Up" is filled with braggadocio and powerful imagery. He declares that he is an American gangster and portrays himself as a dangerous man with a clip full of wings that can turn his enemies into angels. He has trouble as his friend and is never far from danger. He is raw and ballin', and the weed he smokes is so potent that it twists tornadoes. He spits rhymes like nine millimeters, .45s, and .38s, and he is not afraid of problems because he is problematic himself. T Streets also references slavery by suggesting that anyone who disrespects him will be sent back to picking cotton. He describes himself as an East Side Damu, a gang member from Damu Bloods, and a deep water Shamu, implying that he is a killer whale that can shoot down his enemies from their heads to their shoulders. He also references his love for kush and bamboo and promiscuous women.


The chorus of the song repeats "Hold up, wait a minute" twice, followed by "Hustle till nightfall, party till sunrise, guns in the boxes, don't make this a gun fight, F*** them other n****s, f*** them n****s b****es, Benadryl s***, trigga finger itches," which suggests that T Streets is on the grind to acquire wealth, and although he is very charismatic, he is also very dangerous.


In the second verse, T Streets talks about his gang affiliations again and suggests that he is from the streets and will put beef in the grease without hesitation. He enjoys smoking kush and being with women, but he doesn't appreciate receiving disrespect. He also implies that he doesn't play games and that anyone who thinks otherwise is just pretending. The verse ends with T Streets claiming that he will take anyone who tries to cross him out of the "f***ed-up world" that they live in.


Line by Line Meaning

B**** I'm me, American gangsta
I am who I am, a gangster from America


Weezy F baby, born in a manger
I am Weezy F baby, and like Jesus, I too was born in a manger


Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the danger
I'm no stranger to danger, trouble is my ally


Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
I'll shoot you so much, you'll turn into an angel


Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
I'll shoot you straight in your halo


New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
I'm from New Orleans, known as an A-hole, they call me Flee-o, Fuego


All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm all about making money, turn those doughnuts into bagels


I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes
I'm tough like Qualo, but I play ball like gay prostitutes


Weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes
My weed is so strong, it's like I can twist up a tornado


Spit like 9's, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
I rap and rhyme so well, it's like I'm shooting guns: a 9mm, 4 .45's, and 3 .380's


N****s want problems, well I am problematic
If people want to start trouble, I'm their problem


It's back to pickin' cotton cause you n****s cotton candy
You're not tough, you're soft like cotton candy, in fact, you should go back to picking cotton


I'ma east side damu, deep water Shamu
I'm from the east side and a member of the Bloods gang, I'm like a Shamu in deep water, a predator


Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
I'll shoot you from your head down to your shoulders, like shampoo


Kush and the bamboo, p**** in the bedroom
I smoke weed and cigars, and keep women in the bedroom


Pa** that b**** down like an heirloom, Tunechi
Hand that woman over to me like a family heirloom, you heard me (Tunechi)


Hold up
Wait a minute


Wait a minute
Hold up


Hustle till nightfall
Work hard until nightfall


Party till sunrise
Party all night until sunrise


Guns in the boxes
Guns stored in the boxes


Dont make this a gun fight
Don't start a gun fight


F*** them other n****s
Screw those other guys


F*** them n****s b****es
Screw those other guys' women


Benadryl s***
Drowsy from taking Benadryl


Trigga finger itches
Finger ready to pull the trigger


B**** I'm streets, I rep that east
I'm from the streets, I represent the East Coast


Gimmie the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
Give me the trouble, I can handle it


Kush in the sweets, your b**** in the sheets
I smoke weed in cigars, and have women in my bed


I f***ed that b****, mission complete
I slept with that woman and accomplished my mission


Real n**** talk, Gangsta conversation
I speak truth, real gangster talk


I'm a real n**** don't f*** wit imitations
I am authentic, don't mess with the fake


Young Money n**** ain't no limitations
As part of Young Money, there are no limits


I dont play games n****s simulation
I don't play games, this isn't virtual reality


Which one of y'all n****s say ya bout it?
Which one of you guys is really about that life?


It's a f***ed up world T-Streets take ya out of it
The world is messed up, and I (T-Streets) can take you out of it


That's word to the glock. Glock in my sock
I swear to the gun, I keep it tucked in my sock


Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot
Whoever is still playing defense, they should stop now before they're caught out


Married to the money, welcome to the reception
I'm dedicated to making money, this is the celebration


She came with problems, f*** it that's my step sons
She brought issues with her, but I'll take care of them like my own step children


Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
I'll be sleeping in the Maybach until the private jet arrives


And I keep the toast turn yo a** to bread crumbs
I keep a gun and it can turn someone into bread crumbs (a mess)


Based on a true story, I got a million flows they ain't even 2 stories
This is a true story, I have so many rapping styles, they don't even go up to 2 stories


Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
I'm sleeping on the edge of success and failure, I hope I don't mess up


Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm yeah
I kill the competition early and that's how I come out on top


Real n**** university, alumni
I went to the 'Real N**** University' and I graduated


Just check my watch and that b**** say sometimes
My watch tells me the time and it changes sometimes


She say when I'm in her it feel like I'm soul searchin'
Women have told me that being with me feels like finding oneself


And they say money talks, well its my spokes person
Money speaks for me


Grab a star from the sun roof
Reach for the stars from the car's sunroof


I f*** her in her dreams and make her come true
I fulfill her dreams and satisfy her desires


Young Money in the power
Young Money is in control


Send my B's at you like a motherf***in flower
I'll send my crew to you like a bouquet of flowers




Lyrics Β© Budde Music Publishing GmbH, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Brian Wicker, David Anthony Stokes, Brian Edner Parker, Keith Lenard Miller, Jesse L. James

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Venusian Shadow

This why Lil Wayne is a great rapper. His flow is energetic and he uses colorful beats.

SSGSS WILL

One of the most slept on wayne songs

B Sykes Beats

this whole mixtape is slept on

Isakov Anton

Strong lyrics...great beat...what else do you want? :)

hershism

love this track! this is my favorite mix reference track when mixing - killer production and mix!!

Marcus W

That last verse πŸ”₯

Jordan Cohen

"Shoot you from your head to your shoulders- shampoo."
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Damn Weezy

Bizzle Hatch

Married to the money you welcome to the receuption

WHISKY 2K?

I come from the future 2024

Howe IV-Games

this is my favorite song purely because of the bass beats

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