Lyrics Hands Up - Cris Streetz

Jesus there's money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
I don't give a fuck
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Run wit murderers
You prolly heard of us
UNT we not conservatives
We more like serving ya
Hella smoke spilling liquor
Fuck if we disturbing ya
Only fucking 10's any less I'm curving em
Swear this life turned me cold
So I'm fresh out of fucks
Stepping to me in ya plans
I suggest don't try ya luck
RIP shirts can't print fast enough
Milk carton boys they been missing for some months
Woods by the boxes
Cirocs we poppin
Tell her bring a couple friends
Cuz I like some options
When you got the lowest numbers
No negotiating
Sucka peep the stats
Then proceed to hating
We just hurting feelings
They so fabricated
Ron arrest flow
Metta world flagrant
Fuck da police
Hands up and they still spraying

Jesus there's money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
I don't give a fuck
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Bronx NY land of the hustlers
2 phones like gates & line full of customers
Shawties tryna fall in love
Real G's fuck wit us
And all around the city see these hats
Know we bubbling up
Criminal minded
Justice league signed him
Smile full of diamonds
If you look you get blinded
Been getting busy
But right now the perfect timing
Only built off hustle boy we don't do that crying
This what my city sound like
Bag ya work to it
Youngin stay spitting that word
Go to church to it
From the place that started it all
Gave birth to it
Shout out to who opened these doors
Now we running through it

Jesus there's money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping
Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
I don't give a fuck
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping