Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to biggie smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga, my mama made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
Your fate, your death date, I'll fucking come for you pussy
Have you like ei, ei, uh, oh, after the 44 blow
I get low they say I go like a pro
It's a rap when I'm dosing, you smoked like a roach
You been clapped then in fact
There's no coming back from that
I'm the last of my breed
No henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that Bentley
I'm nos and I'm bras
See I'm there and I'm gone
'Cause my loyal is strong
And my money here is long
So when I'm right, I'm right
And when I'm wrong, I'm right
I'll hit your ass up right
Nigga, it's nighty night
Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to biggie smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Hey yo, I'm higher than a pilot man
I'll cut your body man
Beat the case I lied on a poly gram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an R.I.P. sign on your Myspace page
I'm your top eight nigga, drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
I'm an ape nigga, a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga, my connect gots bricks
I wear gold, you wear platinum
We still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
Yeah, you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon don boy, I get busy
Your leg's too strong, doing sex with pretty Ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to biggie smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to biggie smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga, my mama made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
Your fate, your death date, I'll fucking come for you pussy
Have you like ei, ei, uh, oh, after the 44 blow
I get low they say I go like a pro
It's a rap when I'm dosing, you smoked like a roach
You been clapped then in fact
There's no coming back from that
I'm the last of my breed
No henny, no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that Bentley
I'm nos and I'm bras
See I'm there and I'm gone
'Cause my loyal is strong
And my money here is long
So when I'm right, I'm right
And when I'm wrong, I'm right
I'll hit your ass up right
Nigga, it's nighty night
Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to biggie smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Hey yo, I'm higher than a pilot man
I'll cut your body man
Beat the case I lied on a poly gram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an R.I.P. sign on your Myspace page
I'm your top eight nigga, drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
I'm an ape nigga, a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga, my connect gots bricks
I wear gold, you wear platinum
We still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
Yeah, you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon don boy, I get busy
Your leg's too strong, doing sex with pretty Ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
Man, I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to biggie smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
