Lil Wayne, Pharrell Williams, Kyle Richh, Lil Yachty Can’t Hold Me Down

Let's, let's Let's, let's Left, grrah, right Left, grrah, right Left, right Let's Get to poppin' this bottle for poppin' his shit Ayy, left, right, left Let's, let's start the movie like this Got all this money, I'm feelin' like Mitch Like, I don't like beefin' with kids I'm on his body like I was a cyst Bitch, I'm too grown, I don't fight with my fists (Like, damn) Lil' bro get to flockin' and shit Get to poppin' this bottle for poppin' his shit (Like, what?) Feel like the king, I'm on top of this shit (Like, damn) When they put on my show, they start watchin' they hits (Like, damn) Let's, let's get that boy what he want Like, make a movie if he tryna stunt I'm in all black, they gon' think I'm a nun All the shit that you started cannot be undone (Let's go) Like, I'm a king, but do not call me Tut Get in that mood and I don't give a fuck (Like, damn) Let's, let me see who really tough (Like, damn) Them boys not crazy, they see us, they run (Let's go) Said, I'm not in the mood, so please watch your approach Bro itchin' to throw Eyes wide open like he seen a ghost I, I don't got time for no troll **** a player, bitch, I am the coach Mentionin' me, don't forget I'm a GOAT Mentionin' me, don't forget they can't– Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them– damn Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them– damn Stick to the skirt? Never I know life can get way better I know life can get way sweeter They say life's a bitch, I'm just waitin' to meet her I take her on dates, I'ma keep her I take her on dates, I'ma love her And treat her like she is my owner I'ma treat her like there is no other Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them– damn Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them– damn Uh, rock tune, not a cartoon Red eyes, runnin' on fumes Gray skies, finna fall soon Third eye got its own views Small world, but my dogs huge Food for thought, that's the dog food Think it's sweet like some junk food That's why I draw the line like it's art school They tried, dog, what I can do I take "I'm" out impossible The world is mine, I'm responsible I'm colorblind, I come out the blue World in my hands, I'm ball hoggin' And when it's summer, spring, fall on 'em I'm at your grill like George Foreman Dullsville, never a dull moment Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them– damn Hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them hold me Can't let them– damn I'm tryna make it back home (Uh-huh) I'm tryna walk through the storm For real, no pressure They know I'm ready for whatever Ugh