Hands lyrics

[Intro]
(Perfect)
Fah, fah
Huh

[Chorus]
I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– (What?)
I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– (What?)
I'm the young n*gga to take you to place you forever wanna be (Yeah)
I'm the young n*gga that started from the mud, that started from the concrete (Yeah)
One shot, two shots, two shots, she sent two shots to the head (Pow)
She just told me, "Double that", she gon' double that like a bet
R-Raf Sim' on my garments, Raf sitting on my limbs
She ride the di*k like a pro, she don't need no [?]

[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck touching swag like this or has swag like this? (Yeah)
You know the young n*gga walking with 25 sitting on the wrist (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, I got water, you come too close, you gon' get drenched (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, you better suit up, I won the whole game, man, I [?] (Yeah)
I ain't choose this life, this life chose me (What?)
I put you on a flight, we going overseas (Yeah)
All my diamonds so bright, b*tch, yeah, they got shark teeth (Huh)
In the coupé I'm sliding, I don't no more car keys (Woah)
Pull up with the army (Yeah), 'cause they look like a [?] (Yeah)
She want me 'cause I'm travelling (Let's go), only 'cause I'm in [?] (Go)
And she on me like [?] (Go), I pop sh*t like I'm Hardy (Go)
Upper high, you can't guard me (Go)
I'm in my bag, bit', yeah (Bag), on me a bad b*tch (Bad)
Yeah, you on your sad sh*t (Sad), no, I could never do that, b*tch (Yeah)
We in the section (Woah), I'm losing direction (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna see your face in person, f*ck that texting
She let me hit on the first night and I did it and then [?] (Pow)
[Chorus]
I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see– (Hands)
I wanna see you put your hands in the air, I wanna see–
I'm the young n*gga to take you to place you forever wanna be (Yeah)
I'm the young n*gga that started from the mud, that started from the concrete (Yeah)
One shot, two shots, two shots, she sent two shots to the head (Pow)
She just told me, "Double that", she gon' double that like a bet
Raf Simons on my garments I got Raf sitting on my leg
She ride the di*k like a pro, she don't need no [?]

[Verse 2]
Cash in my bag, like settle (Hey)
I'm just faded, I ain't worried at all
How could I be worried? You ain't knowing sh*t (What)
Looking at my diamonds, so yellow like p*ss (Woah)
I just dripped my b*tch in Margiela and Fendi (Woah)
n*ggas speak on 'Go, tell them n*ggas get with me (Go)
I be switching vibes, I will not get so picky (Yeah)
[?], city (Blatt)
[?], woah, sh*t might get tricky
My fault but the gas is [?] (Yeah)
I'm tryna [?], I put on my tennis (Yeah)

[Outro]
Stay out my business, yeah
Stay out my business (Yeah)
[?] so whatever I'm doing makes sense (Yeah)
She looking good, I'm stacking [?], I can't feel the [?]
I came from the bottom and [?]