Lyrics:
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
to V.I.P. and drink with me
I'm about to get her
Uh, put your hands in the air
Yeah
Throw ya hands in the air
Throw ya hands in the air
Throw ya hands
long and lean and brown
Pulls up to the curb beside me and rolls their window down
A man throws me a dollar and I asked him what's that for
A pack
(serve)
I got the molly and percocets serve em (serve)
Big bills, big wave (big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé (cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (beat it up
Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could 40-Glock you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with
I just bought a choppa
Finna take it on a date
Bad lil b***h
And she tryna gimme face
Tryna be the don
N***a stay in yo lane
Told that n***a
Throw
Flew out the folly's
A bad lil hottie
I stretch her pallotti
Her face in my scrotum
By the time im done with this shit, lord knows I be goated
The way
Booty big bouncing out the gym
Damn
She got that back tho
I'm tryna swing in thru the back door
Need me a Lil freak
To gon throw it back for me
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
love
I'm back with a anthem nigga's throw your hands up
Bitch's dancin'
Nigga's question my coast im'a answer
The lowrider driver, sticky green blazer
throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up
My lil' partner catchin' bodies, he get money, road run
Talkin' cray until he solo, then that's when we
a flame, throw up, but you know that I be flamin' shit
Best believe by yourself, you got your life or will we take it
I ain't got this gun for nothin', run
Brought my niggas out a dark place, 2 door
Cut the power I was couped up, no 2 door
Play my cards, I'm no uno
Hands looking a lil fudo
Your bitch wanna kick
where them dope boys
Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner four
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hoppin' out that seven Tre, them six's
(nigga what.)
Let's put this shit down my lil' homey, Mr. Turner, with the murder.
He got my back, you know he put me up on game.
When they get up
If you a bad lil bitch gone shake that ass
Lil pretty slim thick gone bounce that ass
Make that shit clap on throw that shit back
Throw it back back
can i be the one
that i.. stop
(Let’s dance!)
Throw your hands up and scream together, pump it up
(Let’s dance!)
Throw your hands up and scream
stand now
And shit don't plan out throw your hands up
At least give them a handout
And with the sun shown
It's like the Jerome is
Mamas on the cellphone
'ma buy her a rollie
I'ma be a chill ass rapper, but not lil' Mosey
I'm finna wake up one day and be next to a porn star
I'll be hittin' that bitch in
to go out
Yes Im goin off, cause I gots to go man
Watch I come through
Watch I throw the West with my hand
Go and get me some
Break em off with my pump
I
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison (yeah)
Now throw your hands in
to be junk
Got lyrical fuck up, I'm Mr. War War
What's your name?
Silkk, The Shocker
What's your alias?
Mister!
What's your thing?
I'm a made man nigga!
at all
B.G. where you at?
(Throw your hands up (throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up (throw your hands up)
Free C-Murder. Callio,throw your
loud
We smoking this shit by the pound
Fucking your bitch everyday
Then I am kicking her out
Free throw, free throw, free throw
Yeah your bitch is
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