Hold Me Down Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Aye! this bi*ch tough!
This Kentrell!
Smoke!

Riding in that motherfu*king Bentley
Thinking about Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bi*ches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Laying around with my mistress
While I'm thinking, "Is you holdind me down?"

I come from the bottom, I ain't have a dollar
I'm into it with my mama, I'm dealing with problems
Thinking about all the pain that's up in my system
Wash my clothes in the sink, my lil' brother
He watching I'm with Jordan, my lil' partner
Skipping school for to watch us
Me and Tug in the Nawf, ain't a dime in our pocket
But now both of them dead and it fu*k with my head
Who the fu*k gone be there for they kids and thеy mama?

Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna еxplain, I don't even want talk
I don't want do nothing)

I don't want talk right now
(Tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from around here
(I just wanna get from around here, I wanna go far)

Forty minutes after I left
Then them Ni*gas let shots off
Another thirty minutes down
Get a call that them Ni*gas killed my dog
Staying fresh to death through the pain 'cause the envy
I don't talk about
Tryna stay the same year-round
I ain't tryna let a Ni*ga come walk down
So I'm walking, I'm strapped with that sentence
Intelligent, but make the poorest decisions
When my life on the line, gotta know that I'm with it
She the one I want be with 'til the ending
But I see she don't want me like in the beginning
One got hit with the Drac', saw the look in her eye
Blood flew out her body, right then, felt the love
The one got my son who you feel that I'm missing
Ain't killed behind her, killed 'cause Kay was my girl

Riding in that motherfu*king Bentley
Thinking about Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bi*ches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Laying around with my mistress
While I'm thinking, "Is you holding me down?"

She really into that Ni*ga
But she steady sitting around me
For only for sex and some money
Kept it real since a lil' bitty Ni*ga
But more loyal than him
Ain't confessing about me for nothing
Just let me be, don't turn me down
I ain't never once now asked you for nothing
I'm the one up early, I'm the one who hustling
Barely not show money and I was stunting
Got a trenchcoat on and I'm riding through the thunder
Waiting for it go down, got a stick for the punting
Know I'll take a Ni*ga life, I ain't doing no running
Getting high all night, when my brain on a hundred
Tryna be on time, doing one-twenty
Know what's on my mind, get straight to it
Left the whip on outside
Long gone off lean, I'ma need more fluids
Stop the car, hop out, and we skate from the jakes
Sh*t gone pop off, it's a risk that I take
Before we knock a block down
We gone change out the plates
I don't wanna leave home, I'ma raise up the rate
I'ma make 'em pay me double for to go out on stage
Superstar, burn rubber
Hit the corner while I leave these hoes in amaze
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna explain, I don't even want talk
I don't want do nothing)

I don't want talk right now (Tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from around here
(I just wanna get from around here, I wanna go far)

Riding in that motherfu*king Bentley
Thinking about Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bi*ches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Laying around with my mistress
While I'm thinking, "Is you holding me down?"