HANDS

[Verse 1: LIFEOFTHOM]

Peace to my dawgs, making echos when they bark

I sip prosecco cop gelato want a spark a lil sweet

Lil’ dark, I’m just a light heart, tossing mad charm

For the keeps, I love the why part, intended my best

Shifted gears I know it’s my start, a leap year

Still I got it never doubted through the shriek here

Shit sizing down, I said wait up just a minute, what’s the fear all around it’s the fall I admit

I could halt at a pivot still I got a torn meniscus

Tryna twist the notch and raise the volume specific

I just want it loud a lot, I’m coppin' dour I got lifted

Climbing down the tower, got a chance to spot the vision

A glance at the big fans, I hoping that it all pans

Right to left what when left it’s alright fam, the odds give a sight

I think the pros got a good hand, a grip on the game

A slip on the paint, courtside with the winner guys don’t care about fame

What’s some buzz to the champagne I’m dowsing this pain

Drunk in the shade, I’m tryna slip out the hole

Make a flip and a trade like the stocks and the gold

[Chorus]

Boss nigga heavy type

Move steady on the mic

All ready on the move, like I wanna run a light

It’s something sort of like a stunt

I’m jumping one leg on the bike

Who thugging really wanna fuss

I’m acting like I wanna fight

Throw them hands

Throw them hands

Throw them hands

Its mad squares in the circles trynna throw em' hands up

[Verse 2: Wiki]

The Dickies creased, feet’s is ducks

When Wiki speaks he teaches

When he heats it up

Preaches when the grease erupt

Leave you leaking all your features fucked

Keep it up

Took a leap of luck landed on this beat and bust

Whole dam crib reek of blunts when the lease is up

Seeking something Sweet as crush

To crush

The peachy butt cheeks is cupped

It’s lust I want I need a nut

But it’s always next thing he’s cuffed he’s in love

Sense, recess was speaking up

What was I an expert on

Getting my message across

Lectured y’all till the text on the textbook gone

Gave all my effort with the extra sauce at no extra cost

Trying check my rep pa

Check the repertoire

[Chorus]

Boss nigga heavy type

Move steady on the mic

All ready on the move, like I wanna run a light

It’s something sort of like a stunt

I’m jumping one leg on the bike

Who thugging really wanna fuss

I’m acting like I wanna fight

Throw them hands

Throw them hands

Throw them hands

Its mad squares in the circles trynna throw em' hands up