Hold Me Down - Travis Thompson

La, la-la, la-la

La, la-la, la-la

La, la-la, la-la

La, la-la, la-la

Li-li-li-li-little bit of Hen' in a red cup

Tryna feel alive in a dead spot

Little music playing in the background

Little dirty kids with their hands out, hands up

Little bit of twelve in the function

Them opioids, them poster boys'

Got a little bit of product in the book bag

Lil bit, lil bit, lit bit, lil bit

Lil bitch in the right spot, ayy

Little kid with a nice watch, ayy

Said he cousin Chris when he say he coming over

So, my mama said to keep him outta my house

Little kid with a big crew

Dirty money, burning holes in his new Trues

Tried to show me how to get it

But I’m pussy and he know it, so he helped me to some clients

With some new shoes, dead stock True Blues

Need a new life style, ayy

Need some food stamps and an iPad, ayy

Need a cool whip for the late night dip spot

Unzip, park with the seat back, seat back

Lean back, oh my god, ayy

You too good for me, though

Got a grip, but Abus make me think that I don’t need those

I play no games, can’t save me baby, all about my paper lately

All I did was monetize the motherfucking stares they gave me

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

Brandon and Avy with dates in the bio

Sort through assortments, I never reply though

Said she back home for the week from her college

She pulled up on Travy 'cause it’s been a while

I grew up on Cudi, got fans in Ohio

Smell like Seattle, on trains in Manhattan

On Melrose with stains, but I’m out here for rapping

So, how could you hate from back home, man that’s tragic

I’m, I’m, I’m still doing me, and I’m doing it well

Now I’m twenty with a baby face and veteran sound

I’m tryna better it now, I’m still tryna get my wack out

And backpacks is in the back of a packed house

You back track, but give me dap when I pass 'round

Like it’s a secret to break the ceiling in a glass town

Admit it to yourself, bitch, you wack now

Shit, yeah, enough of that now

See, I had enough of this-that, hey

See, I had enough of chit-chat, hey

The bitch moves and the click rap

When the check comes, I never miss that (Shit, never miss that)

Spit facts, I ain’t fairy tellin' on no bitch rap

Pick a pussy, know a pussy, we see right through it

See the pussy, eat the pussy, put a pipe through it

Too many water cup kids making sprite music

Oh my god, just save me lord

This year y’all gon' pay me more

This year I’m gon' make somethin' of myself

What y’all take me for, but Sean’s here right now

I don’t blame me, tunnel vision on a white gown

Picket fence, my table in a nice house

If it’s forever, why you rushing on it right now?

But right now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my ass, now

La, la-la, la-la

La, la-la, la-la

(But I love what I do, and we never come back, no)

La, la-la, la-la

La, la-la, la-la

(What I do, and we never come back, no)