King Shinobe - Hands Up

They don't wanna go to war with the GOAT yet
Big strap all black call it Kodak
This nigga been snapping like a Kodak
But I'll take you out the picture like I'm high-def
Bunch of dreads hanging with me like I'm Wyclef
Couple shooters on the roofs and they all Stefs
Niggas go behind ya back like a drop step
Hit em with the Curry turn him to a hot mess
Ugh knuckle up lil nigga
Big Dawg and you a pup lil nigga
I played the club I'm in the cut lil nigga
Now I'm played in clubs my shit is up get with us
I'm surprised you guys is still alive
New King feel like LeBron I'm in my prime
Kobe homie might dunk I'm so high
Ain't came down yet like I stay in the sky
Nobe baby he's so crazy
He a 80s baby they ain't even playing
Ya flow sound weak and basic
Face it baby ya whole name need a face-lift
The King got ya speakers quaking
I'll leave a greasy nigga shaking piece of bacon
We don't even see you haters
I get money all day you just dream of paper
Yeah hands up
You hear this in the club nigga better stand up
My niggas in the field gotta get them bands up
If it's real I don't care how you feel grip the steel tell a mothafucka
Hands up
You niggas ain't scared put a couple bands up
I'm smoking on that pear nigga Tropicana
If it's real I don't care how you feel grip the steel tell a mothafucka
Shinobe Shinobe Shinobe
Bitch I'm a King like a cobra
Throne got me feeling so cozy
I do not fuck with no broke hoes
Yall niggas still with them roaches
Yall cannot fuck with my old flow
Try if you want it get ogley
Oops I mean ugly
Shoot if you lucky
I'm in the coup wit the windows drew up
Tints on that bitch I'm like fuck it
Bitch in the back and she bout to roll up
I'ma twist one too then fuck it
Call up the squad put a price on ya head
Put the heat in ya face like a oven
Damn
Hands up hands down
You fucking with the Wavey King you get ya ass drowned
I do not fuck with sucka shit I'm 20 toes down
Enough for 2 niggas you niggas just clowns
Lot of niggas still stuck on the bullshit
The rumors always buzzing like a hornet
But if you ain't getting to that moneybag yooooo
I don't wanna hear nothing from a broke bitch
I done got my aim up and I'm focused
You don't think I'm dangerous you don't know shit
Westbrook in the clutch I'm explosive
All my niggas from the dirt like locust
Yeah hands up
You hear this in the club nigga better stand up
My niggas in the field gotta get them bands up
If it's real I don't care how you feel grip the steel tell a mothafucka
Hands up
You niggas ain't scared put a couple bands up
I'm smoking on that pear nigga Tropicana
If it's real I don't care how you feel grip the steel tell a mothafucka

Written by:
Jason Still

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