Hand Up Holy Shit by Kreel Pin Lyrics
Hand up holy shit
Did not leave a fucking tip
This is pull up on your crib
Fuck you, call it fucking beef
Your album cover says a rip
On my watch and fear
You live where it's clean
I live where otherwise not live
My boody has a bulletprof
If him not shoot
We’re all human
But don't forget what made of is my blood
Every day I see these fool
Who judge me for something
You can only bump into about my dirty accent
The knife in my pocket is a butterfly
AK 47 makes your soul fly away
Lying COP you'll burn in hell until everyone dies
You’ll see me in bloody dreams every fucking night
Hand up holy shit
Did not leave a fucking TIP
This is pull up on your CRIB
Fuck you, call it fucking BEEF
Your album cover says a RIP
On my watch and FEAR
You live where it's CLEAN
I live where otherwise not LIVE
These niggas tell me what i didn't write myself!
When I wrote badly you said the opposite
Lock me in a cage with a my book translate
I'll fuck you so hard you won't find your home a way
All your music lyrics, pay. you have money every day
Son, you know what is a game! but youll be aged
Over years you're lame, you're willing sell your mother for your fame
You're just as old like my grove, street, gang
My huge rhymes, as on me oversize
Your friends are discussing of my clothes price
You save up for lunch just relax guys
Og kush, first grade glistened in my fuckin eyes
When there are six zeros your opinion will change
Federal wanted list adds to me my fames (he call this games)
You are not what you were, after many days
You smoke crack (get the fuck!) get the fuck up out my face!
Hand up holy shit
Did not leave a fucking TIP
This is pull up on your CRIB
Fuck you, call it fucking BEEF
Your album cover says a RIP
On my watch and FEAR
You live where it’s CLEAN
I live where otherwise not LIVE
Did not leave a fucking tip
This is pull up on your crib
Fuck you, call it fucking beef
Your album cover says a rip
On my watch and fear
You live where it's clean
I live where otherwise not live
My boody has a bulletprof
If him not shoot
We’re all human
But don't forget what made of is my blood
Every day I see these fool
Who judge me for something
You can only bump into about my dirty accent
The knife in my pocket is a butterfly
AK 47 makes your soul fly away
Lying COP you'll burn in hell until everyone dies
You’ll see me in bloody dreams every fucking night
Hand up holy shit
Did not leave a fucking TIP
This is pull up on your CRIB
Fuck you, call it fucking BEEF
Your album cover says a RIP
On my watch and FEAR
You live where it's CLEAN
I live where otherwise not LIVE
These niggas tell me what i didn't write myself!
When I wrote badly you said the opposite
Lock me in a cage with a my book translate
I'll fuck you so hard you won't find your home a way
All your music lyrics, pay. you have money every day
Son, you know what is a game! but youll be aged
Over years you're lame, you're willing sell your mother for your fame
You're just as old like my grove, street, gang
My huge rhymes, as on me oversize
Your friends are discussing of my clothes price
You save up for lunch just relax guys
Og kush, first grade glistened in my fuckin eyes
When there are six zeros your opinion will change
Federal wanted list adds to me my fames (he call this games)
You are not what you were, after many days
You smoke crack (get the fuck!) get the fuck up out my face!
Hand up holy shit
Did not leave a fucking TIP
This is pull up on your CRIB
Fuck you, call it fucking BEEF
Your album cover says a RIP
On my watch and FEAR
You live where it’s CLEAN
I live where otherwise not LIVE