Hands Up - Remix

Jesus there's money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of a feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
I don't give a fuck
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Ya gonna learn to put respect on my name
The 40 on me get the picture or get knocked out the frame
Ya hustle backwards pockets lackin did all for some chains
Seen the realest turn to stories and get left like a stain
Kept that shit up in my conscious
Always move like someone watching
Never flashy only chopping
Split it all with the gang
All this Ace like we signed to the ROC
But bitch im signed to the block
No pat downs get you knocked in the spot
Nah all these bitches giving miraculous top
Rock the mic in the drop
They just wanna take selfies and shop
I just give to em
Hitting sisters cousins in the same room
Drip leave em boppin Coming fresh off the spoon
Right
Couple Draco's from the south in my room right
Off white fabric and gelato perfume
I been blessed for a while packs all coming through
Now the Trap niggas up we and we all living proof
Let's get money

Jesus there's money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of a feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
I don't give a fuck
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Yonkers New York home of the real niggas
See they ain't smiling then they probably my jail niggas
Raised in the ghetto singing songs called survival
Now I got famous bitches waiting my arrival
Spit a verse holy enough to put me in the Bible
Little nigga single parent listening to Michael
My ABC's and 123's turned into for five G's and five six keys
I went from Chinese food and Mickey D's
To excuse me can I see the wine menu please
I went from cops and freeze to big jet skis
Hood to putting model bitches on they knees
Gorilla
If it's hip hop you mention us
If you ain't dead I don't even know what they tension was
Oh that knock out that's what pull ups and benching does
I fuck with my nigga Streetz just because

Jesus there's money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of a feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
I don't give a fuck
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Now put ya fucking hands ups blah like I'm the police
I blow leaf
Now sit up straight that's for your oblique's
I move around like Odin's son I'm takin low key
Know niggas that's doing time and a half for workin OT
Best of the rest of them
Rep the X like professor
When I flex need a extra hand
Ima stress to you suits
When I preach them niggas happy
Put the pep in ya pew
You Pepe le pew
Bitches is spitting excrements too
And you still ain't the shit
Still in the pits
I became lit in the fucking abyss
I became it like I'm hunting the kids
Clown on you niggas ain't nothing to dis
Still underrated but bitch I'm Chris
Achieving the bliss
There's no debating
I could be hated or I could be loved
So ima be me while you sit on this dick
Swerve on you serpents
I se search em to hurt murk em
Like curt did to curt and curt in the third person
I hope it was worthy questioning me
Got my words from you testing me
I deserve what I'm meant to me
You deserve to be next me nigga