Lil Uzi Vert - Side Line Watching (Hold Up) lyrics

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Lil Uzi Vert - Side Line Watching (Hold Up) lyrics

Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) Let me catch my breath (Yeah) Let me count these checks (What) Flex on my Ex (Yeah) They 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!) Pull up, I'm suited And you know I got my toolie Okay, I might Billy Coop it Heard you pull up, mini cooper Told that lil b**h that she stupid Okay these n***as can't move me Okay these b**hes can't move me Those are not diamonds, they're rubies Wait that's not rubies, that's gla** Smack that b**h right on the a** (what?) I know that she's scared to lose me (what?) Yea my pullover be from Louis n***as act like they was rootin' But they really be some groupies (they is) If you don't like me then sue me (what?) Yea my new girl got that booty That my new girl up in Gucci Yea, What? That my new girl up in Gucci Yea, What? Spending bands all on the Gucci (Yeah) Look at your chain with your Jeweler (What) You need to cut on my Jeweler (Come on) I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah) I put a stick on my Ruger (Baa) In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah) Just met her, act like I knew her (I knew her) Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah) Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) Let me catch my breath (Yeah) Let me count these checks (What) Flex on my Ex (Yeah) They 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) They 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!) Lil Uzi Vert like who the f** are you? (Yeah) Almost didn't make it but I made it through (I made it, Yeah) Get into the money, if you snooze you lose Woah, you should see the way that they plot on you (What?) What? Wait, why they plot on me? Cause they really know that ain't no stopping me Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me Went and did it all night, girl I gotta leave Yeah, pat your weave Damn, before you see your man Oh no, no, awe man, everything gon hit the fan I don't want that um again, I don't want want that again Even though that girl a ten, then we're better off being friends Psych!, I'm hit that again (yuh) I'm a lick that again, I'm a split that again Now I do what I want, can't do what I can [?], cause you know I ball (yea, what?) Boy I heard you soft, I'm a cop it for the cost Smoke the gas on my cloth Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) Let me catch my breath (Yeah) Let me count these checks (What) Flex on my Ex (Yeah) They 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) They 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!)