Schoolboy Q - Hands In The Air (b**h n***a) lyrics

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Schoolboy Q - Hands In The Air (b**h n***a) lyrics

[Verse 1] Back up Q back in town, I'm next up Draked up, with ya kicks laced up n***as can't face us, hoes want to chase us Cruise through the city no worries n***a I'm untouched, uncut Top dawg money sh**, stay with a money clip USA today olympics sh** the way my money flip Double back, got a n***a trippin off a double stack Hundred racks, spend it ain't nothing, toying my money back Easily, I'm hot, imagine what my temper be With out a doubt I'm cold blooded so it balance out These n***as I'm calling out, home of these fake a** wannabe rap n***as, wanna be thug n***as Face on it too n***a? what you a fool n***a? I'll give you the blues n***a I carry the flu n***a, the locest G, top ranking n***a Its GED fresh outta jail and I'm already in your OG, me n***a! [Hook] n***as always talking the young clap Well lil muthaf**as I'm bout that, b**h n***a, b**h n***a We back a fourth with the sh**, n***a We can settle this with the fists n***a, b**h n***a, b**h n***a I swear to god that you a b**h n***a k** your mans over a b**h n***a, b**h n***a Yeah, yeah yous a b**h n***a, b**h n***a! n***a! [Verse 2] Yall ain't really into that yiggity yak talking, my giggity gag spoken You laying in that coffin, doing this sh** often My n***a 50 era, I'm causing terrors to any rapper that active and claiming they factors Bring ya to the light, while punching out your sight Get it right, rock the microphone yeah I spit it tight Easily, ain't no other rapper f**ing with me evenly Two advanced, gucci belt while I'm sagging my pants Rap confession, yall hearing my progression Seen the most money in my life in a recession I'm that real, plus I make the music that kids feel Hope I ain't the reason they pop still, but anyway You n***as get popped still, leave a n***a mouth with a chopped grill GED n***a we that ill, I'm lyrically in it, I'm in it to win it Money we spend it, ?, lil n***a I'm finished, go on [Hook] n***as always talking the young clap Well lil muthaf**as I'm bout that, b**h n***a, b**h n***a We back a fourth with the sh**, n***a We can settle this with the fists n***a, b**h n***a, b**h n***a I swear to god that you a b**h n***a k** your mans over a b**h n***a, b**h n***a Yeah you, yous a b**h, b**h n***a! n***a! [Verse 3] If you're feeling real good, put your hands in the air Hands in the air, hands in the air! And if you feel like you a muthaf**in, motherf**in player Hands in the air, hands in the air! And if you really don't, really don't, really give a care Hands in the air, hands in the air! If you feel what I'm saying, keep your hands in the air, hands in the air Hands in the motherf**ing air! [Outro] f** you n***as man, Chea! Q! Q! T-D-E, n***a!

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