Hands Down M.O. Littles (Ft. Merkules & Tek Luciano)

[Verse 1: M.O. Littles]
Yo
They don't want me like they used to
'Cause they ain't used to me
Bubblin' so hot, I'm out the pot, no couscous
I got the dos dos right under the drive side
'Case they ride by, and try and pull a drive-by
I'm giving side eye to everyone who slide by
'Cause deep inside, I know they want me 'bye-bye'
Layin' flat on my back in my own [?]
Saying "sayonara" 'til I see the other side try
But I'm a fire guy who just won't put his pint aside
Shit, it's suicide, you know I spit that Cyanide
So slide aside sucker, merge into the slow lane
I'm getting slow brain, listenin' to Coltrane
She on that Cocaine mixed with the Molly
And she prolly gonna blow me then go back up to her old flame
Your flow is so lame, I got that wild style
Sinister grin up on my chin, I'm a foul child
Blow

[Chorus]
Let me see your hands up now
Smack a hater if he put 'em back down
Load it up, cock it in, blow
We comin' for the crown, we takin' it hands down
Let me see the place get wild
And if he hatin', then we mashin' on the clown
Load it up, cock it in, blow
We comin' for the crown, we takin' it hands down