You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
Put ya hands up it's a stick up, it's a stick up, nigga
Put ya hands up, I can't pick up, I can't pick up
Got a hundred pounds in the gutter, pick up, back up, pick up
I'ma pull up, pull up, pull up,
nigga, count up, count up, count up, nigga
Guwop got a pound of birds, get these niggas to learn that
niggas got they hands out, but these niggas ain't earned that
Got a QP, wanna burn one with me
Gucci Mane, wanna turn one with me?
Pull out the tone, they start the strippin'
This lil' clip, it hold like 50
in the whole 150
Gucci still pitchin' like my name Cal Ripken
These young niggas be penny pinchin'
I just keep on backing up Bentleys
Biggest baller of this damn century
Better stay out my damn business
We-we-we independent
Most of me died, I still get a million
You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
I started to run off on the plug (Should I do it?)
But I ain't even do it (fuck it)
I stole the 40 pack, took the profit
Went straight to the car lot and blew it
I was 'bout to get that photo
But I said fuck that, I'ma coupe it (Two seater)
Ain't nobody ridin' in this pretty
motherfucker right here but me and my tooley (Nah)
Just me and my .45
Ain't never love nobody (Nobody)
So you know I don't trust nobody
Loddy-doddy, it's a gangsta party (Ayy, ayy)
All I do is weed and surf, but this b*tch here on molly (Uh huh)
It's a stick up, it's a stick up, uh
I sold you them Ps, but I sent Gucci and Thug to get you, uh
My niggas from ATL, but I'm a Memphis nigga, uh
Show you that Glock like Master P and make you say "Uhhhh"
It's Dolph up in this bitch (It's Dolph)
On that paper route shit in the trap with four thousand dollar outfit
Yeah, that's how I'm trapping, I mean how I kick it
Pull a drive-by out that black
thing with that 30 thousand dollar engine
You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
Put your motherfckers hands up, shhh, don't move, brodie
I will get you LA without no screws, brodie
Turn into a centipede, then a n*gga try to go with it
Turn into a roach and
I'm a real trap star, that's my image (Hey)
bitches, bitches, bitches, they the reason I can't trust none
AR-15 on the floor, pistol on the couch, I'm not stuntin' nothin'
Come in the spot on me
Why you really think I'm not gon' burn nothing
Leave a pussy nigga head wetter than a bitch
Yeah, that's Big Worm homie
Yeah, nigga, run up on me, you gon' die, nigga
Let this AK sing to you like Trey Songz AKA Trigger
Yeah, a motherfuckin' beast to gorilla (Yeah)
Hit a pussy nigga with a three, Reggie Miller (Yeah)
bitch, not a fox, this a fuckin' chinchilla (Yeah)
Leave him with the birds or the fucking baby sitter
You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
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