作曲:Tyler Marenyi
作词:Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.,Oscar Hammerstein II,Sigmund Romberg
Ferg
Hoo hoo hoo ayy
I feel like I'm a giant but I'm 5'8
I feel more defiant when y'all hate
Y all the only n**gas runnin' in the car race
Serve a n**ga with the butter like parquet Yeah
Rap n**gas all soft so strangé
I'm a little bit of Pac bit of Kanye
You a little bit of Fox and Beyoncé Right
Any beef come to me get sauté ed
Yeah the fake ones runnin' with the hard face
Bet that pump to your tongue make your heart race Grrr
And I hope you take it all the wrong way
Leave you slumped near the pump near the bar place
This red light put your ** in a dark place
You a trill n**ga get your mothaf**kin' hands up
You a real n**ga get your mothaf**kin' hands up
Hands up hands up hands up
Hands up
Get your mothaf**kin' hands up
Celebration coronation
No debatin' crown me king
I'm tired of waiting Yeah
People's champ I gotta face it
You disgracin' people sensin' that you're fakin'
I'm the Lord I might go Satan
With the flow and take 'em out annihilate 'em Yeah
No mistakin' new sensation
Hood Pope pullin' up to rule the nation Alright
And I came a long way from the stash house Yeah
Now I switch spots like a Dalmatian Right
Little kid played by the crack house Yeah
And I got my moms out when my ** paid Alright
Gotta understand when I black out Yeah
I don't give a f**k 'bout a wack hater
I don't give a f**k 'bout no rap favor
Need to bow to the Lord and say all your prayers
You a trill n**ga get your mothaf**kin' hands up
You a real n**ga get your mothaf**kin' hands up
Hands up hands up hands up hands up
Get your mothaf**kin' hands up
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