Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hands Up! , by - Grip. Release date: 26.08.2021
Song language: English
Hands Up! |
| They shootin' niggas down like it’s '65 |
| They shootin' niggas down like it’s '68 |
| They shootin' niggas down like the slave days (Wait) |
| They shootin' niggas down like the slave days |
| I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK |
| I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK |
| Nigga don’t get trampled in this melee |
| Nigga don’t get trampled in this melee |
| Ya wanna stay safe? |
| You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic |
| Me, my niggas hotboxing in a box Chevy |
| It’s goin' down I can see where hip hops headed |
| So put your hands up, like a cop said it |
| Hands up (I need to see ya mothafuckin' hands in the air) |
| Hands up (And wave 'em from side to side like you just don’t care) |
| Hands up (Cops still gon' shoot us) |
| Hands up (Hands up like you just don’t give a fuck) |
| Niggas nursery rhymin' cat in the hat with a bunch of cap in they raps |
| Like they squeeze triggers, I’ll smack the fuck out these niggas |
| Some made a hit most came and went I didn’t flinch |
| I played the long game knowin' in the end I’d be bigger |
| I see niggas, makin' they lil lists |
| But next to Grip they don’t exist, they ain’t built like this |
| Niggas flexed up, quick to blow a check on a bitch |
| Better get a Tec to protect the Patek on ya wrist |
| And for that shit that’s on ya neck, niggas will take a risk |
| They tryna make a dollar stretch, your lame ass look like a lick |
| And real niggas ain’t buyin' all that shit you kick |
| But the kids eat it up that’s when the plot gets thick |
| 'Cause see a kid’ll learn a song before they learn how to read |
| So if it’s nothing in your lines how is they gon' succeed |
| I know you gotta play the game you got a family to feed |
| But if we shackle our own mental then we’ll never be freed |
| I said my piece I hope I ain’t come off as preachy but at least |
| I utilized my reach to hug every nigga out in these streets |
| I do it for love, not credit, and any beef I pray |
| You and your ops dead it, and if not |
| Ya wanna stay safe? |
| You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic |
| Me, my niggas hotboxing in a box Chevy |
| It’s goin' down I can see where hip hops headed |
| So put your hands up, like a cop said it |
| Hands up (I need to see ya mothafuckin' hands in the air) |
| Hands up (And wave 'em from side to side like you just don’t care) |
| Hands up (Cops still gon' shoot us) |
| Hands up (Hands up like you just don’t give a fuck) |