Put Ya Hands Up

Verse 1: (Ugh) This is that drive slow thumper Music so hot they want to ride your bumper So they can listen in, cause I be spitting gems Neighbors ain't mad that they can find no slumber They want to be a part of my number like a saint Want me to be a follower on Tumblr but I can't That request don't register But tune in on the bird where I show up regular See I network like a cartoon Cause speech made me bubble; no more carpooling Ugh, and when the homies need a ride We be bumping all the hits that are going to make us chart soon Bass so low, flow so cold, can't help but bump it Rhythms we spitting make folks want to pump it Something unforgettable, so impeccable nothing's Touching this and we give the biz. If you get the gist can I witness Chorus: Put ya hands up (x3) Put em up And if you feel me, then Put ya hands up (x3) Put em up Verse 2: Crank this to eleven or twelve or seventy I like embellishing a day of wrecking Impalas in pile up making your mama holler at Allah While your mama's mama is turning in her grave And pained your daughter calls up your father telling him what happened unaltered Questioning where he had faltered in raising you so dishonored He committed hara-kiri all cause Your accident was caused by trying to turn my music off, bruh So why so serious? It's just some dark humor with a psycho lyricist Dark Knight allusions? My sharp mind's protruding Like teen students staring at girls like they're nudist OK, this verse was too Gambino But it's nuts to think I want to stroke a man's ego But that girl Shego We can start a family and get that Jay-Z dough El Padrino Chorus Verse 3: Rambling in tandem random antonyms: You the coldest, Fiya! Cause you require them other writers to think brighter I just try to do alright like Quagmire But they still want me to blow up like flat tires Cause I give them hip hop heat to ride to When I receive them hot beats to write to And there's no better feeling than hearing them recite you Or the shock when I tell them I've rocked rhymes since Raichu Came to existence. You've witnessed a monster That now can fit your pocket, iPod hits that cost you A few dollars and cents, but you got to admit The dude's hotter than sipping hot lava Hot java! I bean grinding to get green And roast emcees A.K.A. clowns who get creamed In the face with the bass line humming So the Yung Joc me when they hear me coming Chorus x3