Put Ya Hands Up Lyrics

(Ugh) This is that drive slow thumper

Music so hot they want to ride your bumper

So they can listen in, cause I be spitting gems

Neighbors ain't mad that they can find no slumber

They want to be a part of my number like a saint

Want me to be a follower on Tumblr but I can't

That request don't register

But tune in on the bird where I show up regular

See I network like a cartoon

Cause speech made me bubble; no more carpooling

Ugh, and when the homies need a ride

We be bumping all the hits that are going to make us chart soon

Bass so low, flow so cold, can't help but bump it

Rhythms we spitting make folks want to pump it

Something unforgettable, so impeccable nothing's

Touching this and we give the biz. If you get the gist can I witness

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

And if you feel me, then

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

Crank this to eleven or twelve or seventy

I like embellishing a day of wrecking

Impalas in pile up making your mama holler at Allah

While your mama's mama is turning in her grave

And pained your daughter calls up your father telling him what happened unaltered

Questioning where he had faltered in raising you so dishonored

He committed hara-kiri all cause

Your accident was caused by trying to turn my music off, bruh

So why so serious?

It's just some dark humor with a psycho lyricist

Dark Knight allusions? My sharp mind's protruding

Like teen students staring at girls like they're nudist

OK, this verse was too Gambino

But it's nuts to think I want to stroke a man's ego

But that girl Shego

We can start a family and get that Jay-Z dough

El Padrino

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

And if you feel me, then

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

Rambling in tandem random antonyms: You the coldest, Fiya!

Cause you require them other writers to think brighter

I just try to do alright like Quagmire

But they still want me to blow up like flat tires

Cause I give them hip hop heat to ride to

When I receive them hot beats to write to

And there's no better feeling than hearing them recite you

Or the shock when I tell them I've rocked rhymes since Raichu

Came to existence. You've witnessed a monster

That now can fit your pocket, iPod hits that cost you

A few dollars and cents, but you got to admit

The dude's hotter than sipping hot lava

Hot java! I bean grinding to get green

And roast emcees A.K.A. clowns who get creamed

In the face with the bass line humming

So the Yung Joc me when they hear me coming

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

And if you feel me, then

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

And if you feel me, then

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up

And if you feel me, then

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put ya hands up

Put em up