Hands Up ft. Tanknine9 Lyrics

I wanna go to LA

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh

And you better pick your mans up

Camaradas, we got hitters, that's a heads up

Shawty fall in love because I'm makin' all these hitters

I done flexed up, yeah

Shawty killin' on my vibe a minute

Make a band in a quick a minute

Comin' on this montage a minute

I ain't flexin' on these guys a minute

I should mention all this chrome wearin' my number nine

BB on my waist, I be sloppin' niggas out with a number nine

Come in here, give me face, you a ho for the team, I ain't gonna waste

If she gon' put up for the partners, I ain't gon' waste my time, I'ma fuck her up

If she a ho, this for us, I ain't gon' ask who to fuck it up

Man, what I look like, what's on all of my time with a ho

Makin' that bread and I turn it to gold

Pull up on your bitch and makin' her wet, damn

She wanna fuck for sure

Money, money, money problem, yeah

Fuck niggas never had it all

Fuck niggas and get ran up on

Pussy nigga, he ain't get gone

Why would I be friends with these niggas at all

These niggas want me to fall

Tell a shawty to pour me a motherfuckin' drink

She gon' pass me a paint

She gon' pass you that lean

Make sure that bitch cream

Put it all in her face

Yeah, we steppin' over your old dick, niggas block

My young niggas listen to Catch in the Box

We ain't no snitch, we ain't no rat, nah

We ain't gon' tell nobody

Yeah, we got hella sticks and a lot of

Hit a nigga with a bat, yeah

On my big roof, some bites

Like why the bodies be droppin' on bodies

And you better pick your mans up

Come around us, we got hitters

That's a heads up

Shawty fall in love because I'm makin' all these hitters

I done flexed up

Shawty fall in love because I'm makin' all these hitters