17 Duvy - DUVY | HOLD ON

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whole song: D#m B C# 

[Intro]
Stack it Tilla
Southside shitt
Free all my niggas, RIP all my niggas
How the fuck I end up here?

[Verse 1]
D#m  
I was just serving out the pack
Lotta niggas say they was with me but they bap
B 
My heart was burning, turn a nigga savage
C#
My cousin told me before the fame you having it

[Chorus]
D#m 
Turnt up my status, I swear I stunt on haters
Lean had my mind falling asleep still I had no days off
                               B 
No Instagram they following me
Fuck around, take his face off
                              C#
After all the shit we did, how you turn around and line me
                           D#m 
I was sliding in them fast cars
I swear I did it for no help, this for my brogad
                                                                    B 
Whole lotta guns up in this bitch, they want me Go off
                                                                 C#
I was just balling with my dawg, get hard to hold on
And when the family call you know I answer every call

[Verse 2]
Foreign whips, stolen whips
It's time to ride, is you ready to hop in this car
The way bro catch him in traffic he skurt like Nascar
(?) tennis stick jammed, this shit is like a (?)
All of this pain, you told me all this shit gon pay
It's part of the game, so you know I'm always having faith
Had my stick back in the days and I still have it today
Ain't have the racks back in the days, but bitch I have it today
And I'm a big spender
Free BK we was walking together
That be my step brother
Bitch I'm active I stay with ratchet
Louis with Gallery to Palm Ange- trap out apartments
This all I knew, they told me "stop it"

[Chorus]
Turnt up my status, I swear I stunt on haters
Lean had my mind falling asleep still I had no days off
No Instagram they following me
Fuck around, take his face off
After all the shit we did, how you turn around and line me
I was sliding in them fast cars
I swear I did it for no help, this for my brogad
Whole lotta guns up in this bitch, they want me Go off
I was just balling with my dawg, get hard to hold on
And when the family call you know I answer every call

[Verse 3]
I been in tune, this what I been through
Gamble my life for my bloodas, it get hard we keep bool
I see them sitting around talking about what they ain't do
Bro would you catch me off them drugs cuz I might faint too
Fuck what you did, you can't regret
Fuck all them niggas dead
I ain't gon name the blocks we bent
Bet your life on it, bet your life bitch
Many nights I had to pray for this, still sit down, reminisce
No hotel but we spent days in, trapping out your crib
17 like the mother land, for bro we take a wig
My typa band, acting up, had to grind what I did
Got two sticks, always keep my Glock, bro told pass the Sig
How you spend more than hunnid bands?
Shout out my bro he going "spot spot he got a hunnid bags"
You ain't got the pack of the za bet we beat them tags
Laser on Glock, we tryna tag a nigga shoot like laser tag
You ain't tell me "how you doing?" did you? Little hatin' ass