Hands Up

By Che

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[Verse]

Yeah, I got your light, yeah, come swing by, yeah

Yeah, I'm comin' in hot, yeah, ooh, bitch, too hot (Yeah)

Bitch, you just started lyin', I do-I don't like lies, ha

Think, think, put your mind into it, you'll get by (Yeah)

An-anything you put your mind into, you'll get right, yeah (Wah, wah, wah)

I might have to shoot your mind in too, with that 9, yeah

Okay, we gon' kill you tonight, yeah

Balenci' then shop for my Sprite, yeah

And every time into the night, I'm reminded everybody gettin' by

I-I advise that everybody get high

'Til your hands up, yeah, to the sky

Plenty dancers, yeah, tonight

Play your anthem, yeah, tonight

Say I'm handsomе, yeah, that's right

We throw the bands up, yеah, they get right

We throw the bands up, yeah, they get right

'Cause you'll get left if you get right (Ayy)

Yeah, call it contraband, ha (Woo)

I might throw a tantrum, yeah (Yeah)

Know I'm ballin' red, ha (Red)

You gon' boil his ass, yeah (What? What? What? What?)

With that fifty mag, ha (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

Bitch tried to put me to the test, I'm not so good with passin' (Yeah)

Shoes, they always lacin', I'm trippin', I'm off a acid (Yeah)

Macho Man, yeah, contraband, this my last time (Yeah)

I been on Facebook, your fuckin' ass or a trash can

Old ass nigga, yeah, oh, uh, your so washed, straight out the backend