Put Ur Hands Up

Free my nigga Guwop
Million dollars' he's still in jail
Fuck you haters be talkin' 'bout (it's Gucci)
Comission nigga
Young Dolph! You know how we do it

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga

Put ya hands up it's so stika, it's so stika, nigga
Put ya hands up, I can't pick up, I can't pick up
Got a hundred punds in that, back to pick up, back to pick up
I'm a pull up, pull up, pull up nigga countin', countin' nigga

Guwop got a pound to burn, hit these nigga, they learn that
Niggas got the hands up but the niggas ain't earn that
Gotta cute P one by one with me
Gucci man, you wanna try now with me
Pull out the tone ain't start to screaping
You look clip and hola that bow

My confess it mean a whole 150
Gucci still peachy like my name Karl Wiky
The young nigga be pity pinching, I just keep on bugging the Bentleys
Biggest ball of this damn century, better stay out of my damn business
We-we-we independent, most a millionaire and still get made

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga

I start the wrong right out of plug (should I do it? But I ain't even do it, fuck it)
I stole the 40 pack, took the profit, went straight to that cal light and blew it
I worry 'bout to get that photo, but I said, "Fuck that, I'm a Cougar"
And nobody 'round in this pretty motherfucker ride, he'll be on my trolley

Just me and my four thot, ain't never love nobody
So you know I don't trust nobody
Lie about it, it's a gangsta party
All I do is weed and circles with these bitch here, oh Malay

Yeah, it's a stika, it's a stika, uh
I saw you with with 'em P's, but I see Gucci are turn to get you, uh
My niggas from A. T. L. but I'm a Memphis niggas, uh
Show you that Glock like master B and make you say, huh
It's down for business, bitch
On that paper rap shit in the trap with 4000 dollar outfit, yeah
That's how I'm trapping on me, how I kick it
Pull a drag out that black turn with the 30, 000 dollars easy

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga

Put your motherfuckers hands up, shh, don't move brothy
I will get you L. A. without no school brothy
Turn an ant to a centipede, then nigga try to win it
Turning into 'roach in it, pull in it, I'ma real trap star, man that's my image

Bitches, bitches, bitches, they're the reason I can't trust none
Our fealty on the floor, pissed it on the couch, I'm not stunning
Got me in this spot on me, why you really think I'm not gonna buy a thing
Nigga winning pussy, hey what up with the bitch, yeah, must be warm homie

Yeah, nigga, run up on me, you gon' die nigga
Let this A. K. sing to you, like Tray Song
A. K. A. trigger, yeah, I motherfucker beat to gorilla
Hit a pussy nigga with three Reggy Miller
Bitch not in fall, is a fucking Chill Chiller
Leaving with the birds on the fucking baby seller

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody

You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga