Kendrick Lamar – Hol' Up Lyrics

Hol' Up

Kendrick Lamar

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"Hol' Up." - Kendrick Lamar

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:45 pm

Album: Section.80

Track No: 02

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her thoughts of a young ****
Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars
I know you dying to meet 'em, I'll probably die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million and a Comptown fitted
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping
Section.80
Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch with my back against the wall
And your bitch on the edge of my dick, jump off
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling with the speed of a lighting bolt
As a kid, I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands
From a distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in 2012?
There's no one, not even myself, a Gemini screaming for help
Somebody hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this, ****, losing ain't an option
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping
Aye, aye, kick her out the studio, Ali
24/7, **** working his ass for it, she popping that ass for it
The King of Diamonds with diamonds I never do ask for
They checking my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs
You call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'em
They want me to fast forward the game
And why you complain when you **** is past poor?
You'll never hop in my lane when you pushing a RAV4
You wrecking my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this, ****, losing ain't an option
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Yeah, big shit popping, everybody watching
When you do it like this, ****
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol' up

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Sounwave.

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