Hands Up ft. Mekhi 3x Lyrics

Got my hand ups

Baby can you help me

This ain't real love

Damn this shit unhealthy

I be fucked up

You ain't gotta tell me

Fuck a buck up

Till a Nigga wealthy

I guess I'm too fly, too fly

I'm Shitting on niggas two ply

I'm on, I'm on

I feel emotions

I hit the blunt and feelings they gone

I'm falsifying the notion

I be feeling them hoes

And probably deeper

Cause my feet not attached to the floor

I'm hurting and can't ignore

The realities

A life full of apathy

As I create tragedies

Breaking hearts

Yours and mine

Matching like it's jewelry

Gave you ice

And froze your heart

I'm sorry for the foolery

Understand you through with me

Goin through emotions

In my head

Like what it do to me

The hustle was consuming me

If you ain't never seen a bounce back

Well it's time to see

On everything

The proof is me

The proof is me

Got my hand ups

Baby can you help me

This ain't real love

Damn this shit unhealthy

I be fucked up

You ain't gotta tell me

Fuck a buck up

Till a Nigga wealthy

Got my hand ups

Baby can you help me

This ain't real love

Damn this shit unhealthy

I be fucked up

You ain't gotta tell me

Fuck a buck up

Till a Nigga wealthy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This another one

How we snap again and

we ain't drop the other one

I'm back to back again

Just waiting for the sun to come

Chilling in a house made of glass

While I'm stoned or something

Show me something

Inches, I was inches away

Before I gave up

I got regrets and debts to pay

I got a low score

I've got to get it up some way

I don't need no more

Penthouse living we was on the floor

I don't call for help

Cause I don't trust whoever pickup

Rather read a book and get a job

Than do a stickup

That don't mean I'm friendly

I will still come pick your bitch up

I like single hoes

So can you please come pick

This bitch up

Got my hand ups

Baby can you help me

This ain't real love

Damn this shit unhealthy

I be fucked up

You ain't gotta tell me

Fuck a buck up

Till a Nigga wealthy

Got my hand ups

Baby can you help me

This ain't real love

Damn this shit unhealthy

I be fucked up

You ain't gotta tell me

Fuck a buck up

Till a Nigga wealthy

Yeah we acting rude in here

Yeah we snatching food in here

Come and fuck your bitch

And we gone take her like a souvenir

Grab me off the shelf

And she gone blow me like a tuba here