Quavo - In My Hands lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel And my n***a keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands [Verse 1: Quavo] Your life in my hands for playin' with my bands You play with my money, I chop off your hands My n***as be trappin', they trappin', they sellin' The molly, the gas I can't stand I'm prayin' tonight the enemy stay out of sight I'm kickin' and whippin' and trappin' the white The birds, they're flyin' and singin' like Brian McKnight Hunnit bands on your head, I'll take your life Young rich n***a, pockets on Kelly Price Feel like Bill Clinton, Versace linen I'm packin' the F&N, see snakes in the trenches Plenty of bricks in the bando Put the laser beam on my sniper rifle, I see f** n***as in camo Hunnit bands on your head, my n***a, I feel like you're disloyal Heard he got them truckloads, I took it and put it in the water [Hook: Quavo] Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel And my n***a keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands [Verse 2: Takeoff] Forgiatos on my Murcielago Beatin' that pot like Hoppo Walkin' around with that sack I play with them racks, call me Wells Fargo Yellow diamond, that canary Sell jawbreakers, Ed, Edd and Eddy Pullin' up on Masta P, but I got the hookup Lean in my fanta is shook up Takeoff, they call me NASA Ye ain't even know I own Delta I'm beatin' the pot, Mayweather Pockets on fat, call me Nutty Professor And I got your life in my hands The block so hot it need a fan Gotta keep a gold F&N Stainless steel all in my pants You play with my money, my n***a, they'll pull out that Tommy And take it from Clyde and [?] The trap trampoline, it's jumpin' Young n***a, I came from nothin' to somethin' Now takin' them trips to Bahamas The molly is bitin', Piranha I'm smokin' imported Quintana, my n***as They animals come from the jungle [Hook: Quavo] Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel And my n***a keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands