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Lil Uzi Vert - Sideline Watching Hold Up Lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

[Verse 1]
Pull up, I'm suited (Yeah)
And you know I got my toolie (My what?)
Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it (What?)
Heard you pull up, Mini Cooper (Yeah)
Told that lil' bitch that she stupid
Okay, these niggas can't move me (What?)
Okay, these bitches can't move me (Chee)
Those are not diamonds, they're rubies (Chee, chee)
Wait that's not rubies, that's glass (Damn)
Smack that bitch right on the ass (What?)
I know that she's scared to lose me (What?)
Yeah, my Polo be from Louis (Yeah)
Niggas act like they was rootin' (They was)
But they really be some goofies (They is)
If you don't like me then sue me (What?)
Yeah, my new girl got that booty (Yeah)
That my new girl up at Gucci
Yeah, what?
That my new girl up at Gucci (What?)
Yeah, what? (Chee)
Spend them bands all up at Gucci (Yeah)
Look at your chain who your jeweler? (What?)
You need to come to my jeweler (Come on)
I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah)
I put a stick on my Ruger (Bah)
In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah)
Just met her, act like I knew her (I do)
'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)

[Verse 2]
Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah), yeah
Almost didn't make it but I made it through (Yeah, I made it through), yeah
Gettin' to the money, if you snooze, you lose (If you snooze, you lose), woah
You should see the way that they plot on you (Yeah, way that they plot on, what?), yeah
Wait, why they plot on me? (Damn)
'Cause they really know it ain't no stopping me (No stopping me)
Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me (Flock, they flock, they flock)
Went and did it all night, girl, I gotta leave (Yeah), yeah
Pat your weave down 'fore you see your man
Oh no, now he all mad (Yeah), everything gon' hit the fan (Yeah)
I don't want that, um, again (Yeah), I don't want, want that again (Lil Uzi)
Even though that girl a 10 (What?), think we better off being friends (For real)
Sike, I'ma hit that again (Yeah)
I'ma lick that again (Yeah), I'ma split that again (Yeah)
Now I do what I want (Yeah), can't do what I can (No, Lil Uzi)
Think you're on, not at all (Yeah), 'cause you know I ball (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
Yeah (What?)
Boy, I heard you soft (Yeah)
I'ma cop it for the cost (Huh?)
Smoke the gas on my cloth
[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom) 39