Hands Down Songtext
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
(Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)
Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city
Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me (Yeah, yeah)
Can't go out like no Ricky
You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie
Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy (Yeah, uh)
You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats
(Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)
Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city
Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me (Yeah, yeah)
Can't go out like no Ricky
You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie
Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy (Yeah, uh)
You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats
Got niggas runnin' laps
If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah
Bitch breaker, block bender, I'm the don, bitch (Yeah)
Slapped the ho, she had the nerve to try and play some opp shit (Yeah)
Saucy nigga, bitch, I'm flyer than a cockpit (Okay)
Bitch be on a blade and still a bum, go get a job, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Disrespectful, some would say I need my ass whooped
Fuckin', but y'all both ain't got no chicken, that's a bad look
Ayy, all that flashin' in that camera, get your slam took
You can't call me broke, I got more paper than a math book
Hard-headed, popped P80, then it jammed up (Yeah)
Stank bitch, ain't got no chicken for me, baby, back up (Uh)
Lost three niggas back to back, they havin' bad luck
Poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up
Nigga (What?)
I said, poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up
Yeah, yeah (Stupid-ass nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city
Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me
Can't go out like no Ricky
You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie
Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy
You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats
Got niggas runnin' laps
If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax
We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah
Ayy, all this shit been new to me, bitch, I was broke, broke (Yeah, please)
You don't think I keep it on my lap, then you on dope, dope (What? What? What?)
Cocky nigga, got the trenches in a chokehold (On my mama)
Tried to get away, we ran him down, he was a slowpoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hot shit'll leave a goofy nigga froze up
Boxed him in and sliced his ass in half, now he a cold cut (Uh, okay)
Janky Bimmer, bitch, I'm sliding hittin' donuts (Yeah)
Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked
Nigga
I said, Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked
Nigga, dead homies
Nigga, yeah, yeah
If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah
Bitch breaker, block bender, I'm the don, bitch (Yeah)
Slapped the ho, she had the nerve to try and play some opp shit (Yeah)
Saucy nigga, bitch, I'm flyer than a cockpit (Okay)
Bitch be on a blade and still a bum, go get a job, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Disrespectful, some would say I need my ass whooped
Fuckin', but y'all both ain't got no chicken, that's a bad look
Ayy, all that flashin' in that camera, get your slam took
You can't call me broke, I got more paper than a math book
Hard-headed, popped P80, then it jammed up (Yeah)
Stank bitch, ain't got no chicken for me, baby, back up (Uh)
Lost three niggas back to back, they havin' bad luck
Poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up
Nigga (What?)
I said, poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up
Yeah, yeah (Stupid-ass nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city
Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me
Can't go out like no Ricky
You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie
Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy
You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats
Got niggas runnin' laps
If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax
We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah
Ayy, all this shit been new to me, bitch, I was broke, broke (Yeah, please)
You don't think I keep it on my lap, then you on dope, dope (What? What? What?)
Cocky nigga, got the trenches in a chokehold (On my mama)
Tried to get away, we ran him down, he was a slowpoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hot shit'll leave a goofy nigga froze up
Boxed him in and sliced his ass in half, now he a cold cut (Uh, okay)
Janky Bimmer, bitch, I'm sliding hittin' donuts (Yeah)
Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked
Nigga
I said, Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked
Nigga, dead homies
Nigga, yeah, yeah
