Hands

Lyrics

[Intro] (Perfect) Fah, fah Huh [Chorus] I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– (What?) I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– (What?) I'm the young nigga to take you to place you forever wanna be (Yeah) I'm the young nigga that started from the mud, that started from the concrete (Yeah) One shot, two shots, two shots, she sent two shots to the head (Pow) She just told me, "Double that", she gon' double that like a bet R-Raf Sim' on my garments, Raf sitting on my limbs She ride the dick like a pro, she don't need no [?] [Verse 1] Who the fuck touching swag like this or has swag like this? (Yeah) You know the young nigga walking with 25 sitting on the wrist (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, I got water, you come too close, you gon' get drenched (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, you better suit up, I won the whole game, man, I [?] (Yeah) I ain't choose this life, this life chose me (What?) I put you on a flight, we going overseas (Yeah) All my diamonds so bright, bitch, yeah, they got shark teeth (Huh) In the coupé I'm sliding, I don't no more car keys (Woah) Pull up with the army (Yeah), 'cause they look like a [?] (Yeah) She want me 'cause I'm travelling (Let's go), only 'cause I'm in [?] (Go) And she on me like [?] (Go), I pop shit like I'm Hardy (Go) Upper high, you can't guard me (Go) I'm in my bag, bit', yeah (Bag), on me a bad bitch (Bad) Yeah, you on your sad shit (Sad), no, I could never do that, bitch (Yeah) We in the section (Woah), I'm losing direction (Yeah, yeah) I wanna see your face in person, fuck that texting She let me hit on the first night and I did it and then [?] (Pow) [Chorus] I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– (Hands) I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– I'm the young nigga to take you to place you forever wanna be (Yeah) I'm the young nigga that started from the mud, that started from the concrete (Yeah) One shot, two shots, two shots, she sent two shots to the head (Pow) She just told me, "Double that", she gon' double that like a bet Raf Simons on my garments I got Raf sitting on my leg She ride the dick like a pro, she don't need no [?] [Verse 2] Cash in my bag, like settle (Hey) I'm just faded, I ain't worried at all How could I be worried? You ain't knowing shit (What) Looking at my diamonds, so yellow like piss (Woah) I just dripped my bitch in Margiela and Fendi (Woah) Niggas speak on 'Go, tell them niggas get with me (Go) I be switching vibes, I will not get so picky (Yeah) [?], city (Blatt) [?], woah, shit might get tricky My fault but the gas is [?] (Yeah) I'm tryna [?], I put on my tennis (Yeah) [Outro] Stay out my business, yeah Stay out my business (Yeah) [?] so whatever I'm doing makes sense (Yeah) She looking good, I'm stacking [?], I can't feel the [?] I came from the bottom and [?]