K.Yz - Lift Ya Hands Lyrics

Since y'all mother f*ckers so quick to dance, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Since y'all mother f*ckers love switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands, Switching hands
Since y'all mother f*ckers so quick to dance, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Since y'all mother f*ckers love switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands (I got something for y'all you shady mother bitches)
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands Switching hands, switching hands
My soul is frost bit, salted, call it what you want (Ice)
I don't give a f*ck at this point
I'm keeping it a buck at this point
My middle fingers up and pinpoint
Cause y'all keep taking me for jokes (Okay)
Inside it's making me explode
And I been trying to contain the beast
But to say the least that mother f*cker ain't to be provoked (Nope)
But y'all keep iggin' my requests (Right)
What y'all don't see me cause I ain't famous yet?
Or Jay-Z ain't sent the Roc chain just yet?
Or my following list ain't got a 'k' or check?
F*ck that, I deserve the same respect
Cause my shit got the same effect bitch
Or better yet, my shit ain't the same as that shit
Cause I will light flames to that shit
Bring the checklist
Flows (Check)
Bars (Check)
Content (Check, yeh)
Attitude, clarity, delivery, yeh all this (Check, yeh)
Finesse (Check)
Timing (Check)
Artistry (Check)
Honesty (Check)
Quality (Check)
On the beat (Check)
Off the beat (Check)
Now all you mother f*ckers lined up to be checked whoah
Since y'all mother f*ckers so quick to dance, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Since y'all mother f*ckers love switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands, Switch (Yeh)
They must think I'm playing when I say I'm coming for every f*cking thing
And there will come a day, when they'll respect me
But it'll be too late, you burned that bridge when you crossed it
They must think I'm playing when I say I'm coming for every f*cking thing
And there will come a day, when they'll respect me
But it'll be too late, you burned that bridge when you crossed it
Since y'all mother f*ckers so quick to dance, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
(Y'all just some hating ass mother f*ckers)
Since y'all mother f*ckers love switching hands
Switching hands, switching hands (I warned of shit would get ugly)
Since y'all mother f*ckers so quick to dance, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up, lift ya hands
Lift ya hands (You better pray to God I ain't coming for you)
Hands high (Oh), pick ya head up (Whoo), kick ya crown off
On ya' high horse (Hoo), knock you down off (Yes), dust the ground off
Get my rounds off, make it sound off (Rrrah), still don't hear me
Send the hound dogs (Roof), take the bounds off, call the pound off
You and me (Yeh), Mano ya ma' no, mano Diablo
Can't wave the blanco, wage all out war
These n****s think they on a wave (Tah), that they big time (Wait)
Who been telling these bitches they can sing? (Hol' up)
N****s clit riding, they lips dry
The thirst is real
The verses eww (Trash), n****s gassing
Cute face (Meh meh), lil jump shot, they giving passes
High and mighty now
Overcharging (Whoah), no talent (Nope)
A hunned-thousand views, a hunned dollars (Damn), no balance
The gloves is off, molotov
What y'all done caused?
Call it off, all is lost
All the straws, all the cards pulled, no holds barred (Cud)
Word to the homie Rod
Told my n***a Juan I was fit to go off
Long live Swishgod
Tell me how these n****s 'posed to cook with no sauce (Swish)