Lyrics · TNL
Hands Up
TNL
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[Verse 1: Luss]
Yo I’m like listen look I’ll hit em and knock em out of commission
Bitch I’m Rocky, you Tekashi, I’m sock’n em all for snitchin (fuckin rats)
There’s a code to all defendants (G Code!)
It’s silence or silencin him
Do your sentence no defiance, Asylums, or even prison
I’m like listen lift em, hit em, and split em just like division
Lose his lid and blurry vision, depiction’s outta commission
Bitch I’m spittin splittin swishers an fillin em up gettin lifted
Egotistic but so gifted I kick it Miagi wit it (hiiyah)
In a pandemonium Luss’ll stand at the podium
Twisted like a fallopian, spit it slick as petroleum
Stick my dick in ammonium (haha) salty like fuckin sodium (ugh)
Holdin’ the fuckin fo’ty n rollin just like Napoleon
Homie only the Holy can hold me down like a pulley can (hold me down)
Lyrical bully bullyin swingin just like a mulligan (FOUR!)
Blowin’, I’m home alone again, smokin just like McCaully can (Kevin!)
Baddie suckin and blowin him slime her like Nickelodeon (yeahhh)
[Chorus: TNL]
Hands up to the sky, we ride do or die
Speed by lookin fly, each night gettin high
Hands up baby, throw ya hands to the sky
Hands up baby, throw ya hands to the sky
[Verse 2: Tarek]
Microphone assassin blastin like Mack 10’s
Always in the zone like Kobe in action (Kobe!)
Tarek is a pro if you know me I’m askin
Who can do it better? Like DOC droppin classics
I be in my spot with a knot puffin packs kid
Bitches think I’m hot like a pot cuz I’m rappin
Everything you not, I promise no cappin
Throw you in the trash like a mother fuckin napkin
I am the director n I’m callin out action
Spinal disconnecter when I’m wreckin your asses
Used to skip school didn’t care about classes
Now I got money comin out my fuckin mattress
Indie living legend always puttin out classics
We be fuckin steppin wit a weapon so savage
At you like a mention or I’m sneezin so callus
I don’t need a reason if we beefin it’s malice
[Chorus: TNL]
Hands up to the sky, we ride do or die
Speed by lookin fly, each night gettin high
Hands up baby, throw ya hands to the sky
Hands up baby, throw ya hands to the sky
[Outro: Crowd Chanting]
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
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