Yung Drippy - Hold Me Close Lyrics

You heatin' up, Lavish
Yeah, hold me close through the night
Promise you don't gotta fight
You just gotta hold me tight
And we gon' make it through the night
Lotta niggas switch up for the money, this shit isn't right
Booty boutta put a four wok in a cherry sprite
And niggas keep on sayin' I'm blowin' up, shit, I probably might
Now tell me, would you rather pass away or see your brother die?
And I can tell she love me when I look into my mother's eyes
This shit boutta put me right to sleep like a lullaby
And I done been through real hard pain, real hard days
Real bad bitches tryna take my name
I would've gave that bitch the world if she just stayed
I'm feelin' lost like I'm runnin' through a maze
You ain't never seen that shit I seen in life, you'd be afraid
Whatever happened to my nigga Mike and Kade
We was always on the run
And We just did that shit for fun
We ain't know no better, we was little kids
And I was always small, then I got a little big
OG used to be so down bad that he was smokin' cigs
Cops tryna ask a couple questions, I don't talk to pigs
I'm trying to be a man and be successful like my father did
And you get hit and pain inside my voice, I don't even wanna spit
Nigga feel like he the man up in this hood because he bought a stick
I'm tryna stack my money tall, Boban Marijanovich
hold me close through the night
Promise you don't gotta fight
You just gotta hold me tight
And we gon' make it through the night
Lotta niggas switch up for the money, this shit isn't right
Booty boutta put a four wok in a cherry sprite
And niggas keep on sayin' I'm blowin' up, shit, I probably might
Now tell me, would you rather pass away or see your brother die?
And I can tell she love me when I look into my mother's eyes
This shit boutta put me right to sleep like a lullaby

You heatin' up, Lavish
Yeah, hold me close through the night
Promise you don't gotta fight
You just gotta hold me tight
And we gon' make it through the night
Lotta niggas switch up for the money, this shit isn't right
Booty boutta put a four wok in a cherry sprite
And niggas keep on sayin' I'm blowin' up, shit, I probably might
Now tell me, would you rather pass away or see your brother die?
And I can tell she love me when I look into my mother's eyes
This shit boutta put me right to sleep like a lullaby
And I done been through real hard pain, real hard days
Real bad bitches tryna take my name
I would've gave that bitch the world if she just stayed
I'm feelin' lost like I'm runnin' through a maze
You ain't never seen that shit I seen in life, you'd be afraid
Whatever happened to my nigga Mike and Kade
We was always on the run
And We just did that shit for fun
We ain't know no better, we was little kids
And I was always small, then I got a little big
OG used to be so down bad that he was smokin' cigs
Cops tryna ask a couple questions, I don't talk to pigs
I'm trying to be a man and be successful like my father did
And you get hit and pain inside my voice, I don't even wanna spit
Nigga feel like he the man up in this hood because he bought a stick
I'm tryna stack my money tall, Boban Marijanovich
hold me close through the night
Promise you don't gotta fight
You just gotta hold me tight
And we gon' make it through the night
Lotta niggas switch up for the money, this shit isn't right
Booty boutta put a four wok in a cherry sprite
And niggas keep on sayin' I'm blowin' up, shit, I probably might
Now tell me, would you rather pass away or see your brother die?
And I can tell she love me when I look into my mother's eyes
This shit boutta put me right to sleep like a lullaby