Hands Up! ft. Trench Lyrics

Me and Trench hop on the beat you knowing it's the realist shit

Try to touch my brother I'mma have to get your melon split

4 nem pop up on them blocks don't make us come and drill some shit

And when I say 4 nem I'm talking Piru we be mobbing bitch

And if you see me at the liquor store just know I got it on my hip

Last gang that tried to play wit us we made 'em move up out this bitch

3 bloods done pressed your whole set you niggas never popped us bitch

Don't give a fuck about these niggas rank cuz I be poppin' clips

You just know from that country school than shut your fucking lips

Even Lapeer County pushed Molly and pounds out grandma's crib

Keep playing wit my bousin Wodah like he never did a spin

They be like T'Rey lyin' yeah he really isn't wit that shit

Like I wasn't raised up by them BD's and Melanics bitch

Seen my Uncle BB come back with a ski mask after business

Like I ain't grow up on Tobias all in them alley trenches

You can drank that dope head juice

I smoke on za and drink a chill one

Niggas followers and sheep older than me but you lil ones

Most militant and loyal BG outta Flint don't forget it

You ain't really sliding on no blocks imaginary writtens

If I say I'm with my killers it's my BLOODAS murder mitten

You ain't really sliding on no blocks imaginary writtens

If I say I'm with my killers it's my BLOODAS murder mitten

I'm rough rugged tough thugging

Run up on me and my brothers we tuckin

It's night night bitch time to pull up them covers

Imma snap right quick and ignore the rebuttles

Fuck it we up in a huddle

My crew is about all the gains treat our money like muscles

Gimme the time of the day and the place

And I promise I'm right there to get in a scuffle

I want my money in duffles

I make a beat like it ain't even trouble

I take a shot and then make it a double

I keep a piece like I'm solving a puzzle

It's that 810 menace coming in the building get to stepping

It's that MDK Mob Dolla Krew better not test totin weapons

Mobbing deep heater on the seat when we roll never messin'

I'mma eat fuck who's next cause they are not up in the question

Yeah it's Mob Dolla Krew the hottest

Get that money that's the motto

Make dinero make it pronto let it off that's fully auto

Everybody in the place put your hands up

Everybody in the place put your hands up

You go against the mob I up it put yo hands up

Put yo hands up

Me and Trench hop on the beat you know that it's the realist shit

Try to touch my brother I'mma have to get your melon split

4 nem pop up on them blocks don't make us come and drill some shit

And when I say 4 nem I'm talking Pirus we be mobbing bitch