Kura - Hold It Up (Produced by Pi'erre Bourne) [Official Video]

On the way, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

We gon' be okay, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

At Saks, I been shoppin

With gang, I've been mobbin

She insane when she sloppin

If it's fake, then I don't cop it

Take hoes to the room

I said pussy boy, you doomed

Rock out two shows off some shrooms

These wack-ass rappers run on fumes, yeah

She just pulled up on the team, yeah

Bad hoes in my room, yeah

I just threw back me a pink, yeah

Now I'm finna go to the moon, yeah

Yeah, yeah, I be makin' cash when I snooze, huh

Yeah, yeah, and these hoes go out bad

When they pick and choose, yeah

Huh, yeah, whole lotta sticks

Put racks up on my goons, huh

Yeah, yeah, tell him I'm a real deal

Serpent, they ain't got no clue, uh

Yeah, know your name, ho

Yeah, pull up with two dicks in my pants

Like I'm shootin' for Bang Bros, yeah

Beat up the pussy, beat up the pussy

Like Kurt Angle, yeah

Bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm a bully

I can't be tamed, ho

I need a X a ten and a 30 to keep me sane, ho

Pull out the Benz or Bentley Bentayga

I don't want no range, ho

Yeah, I paint a picture with my words

Feel like Van Gogh

Slide, let that thang go

its mine where your chain go

Bullets make him tango

Don't disrespect my name, ho

Don't say you sorry

It's just me and twin in the booth

Z-O-K-U and K-U-R-A

I got hella dollars out the ass, bitch

I ain't trippin' bout the past, bitch

Wanna fuck with me because I rap, bitch

I ain't fuckin' with has beens

The cash is comin', the racks is comin

I know I'ma have a good day

Could've worked at a bank and wrote up a statement

How young Kura got pape

Hop on the stage, it's prime time

Takin' two pills, gettin' fucked up

Beat his ass, layin' in the grass

Did him so bad, threw his lunch up

J.D. where the fye at?

its some opps lookin, tryna pull up

Catch stacks like a lineback

You ain't makin' racks, shut the fuck up

At Saks, I been shoppin

With gang, I've been mobbin

She insane when she sloppin

If it's fake, then I don't cop it

Take hoes to the room

I said pussy boy, you doomed

Rock out two shows off some shrooms

These wack-ass rappers run on fumes, yeah

At Saks, I been shoppin

With gang, I've been mobbin

She insane when she sloppin

If it's fake, then I don't cop it

Take hoes to the room

I said pussy boy, you doomed

Rock out two shows off some shrooms

These wack-ass rappers run on fumes, yeah