Handz Up Luh Tyler

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. Ski, nigga
(Thanks, Yakree)
Ski
Nigga, yeah, ayy, nigga

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round town smokin' gas (Yeah, yeah)
All I wanna do is count them racks (Yeah, nigga)
'Member I was broke, I can't go back, uh-uh
I can only fuck her if she bad, uh-huh
Once I grabbed the mic, jumped in my bag, uh (Yeah, yeah)
She say, "What's your hobby?" Chasin' cash, runnin' bands up (A bag)
She just wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit, that's that fan stuff
Yeah, yeah, if you a bad bitch, then put your hands up (Put your hands up)

[Verse 1]
All these diamonds on me with the stars, my shit dancin' (Damn, damn)
Don't hit my phone, if it ain't 'bout a check, I won't answer (On God)
Every day, I'm runnin' up that check, tryna get it (Yеah, nigga)
Bust the Rollie down, I don't got no time for thеse bitches (Ice, ice, ice)
They ain't never think that we would shine 'til we did it (On God)
Check my roster, all my bitches fine, yeah, they pretty (Bad bitch)
Bro done lost his mind, he ridin' 'round with that switchy (Grrah)
Every day, I'm on the grind, tryna put that bag up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only baddies 'round, if she ain't fine, tell her back up (Tell her back up)
Nigga hatin' just 'cause his life ain't like mine, that shit sad, bruh (That shit sad, bruh)
Paper chaser, I'm a money fiend for that cash, yeah (Yeah)
Must think she a City Girl 'cause all she wanna do is act up