In My Hands

(album: Ransom - 2014)

[Quavo:]
Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)
Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel
And my nigga keep them drums looking like a ferris wheel
Got you looking down the barrel of my stainless steel
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Your life in my hands for playing with my bands
You play with my money, I chop off your hands
My niggas be trapping, they trapping, they selling
The molly, the gas I can't stand
I'm praying tonight the enemy stay out of sight
I'm kicking and whipping and trapping the white
The birds, they're flying and singing like Brian McKnight
Hunnit bands on your head, I'll take your life
Young rich nigga, pockets on Kelly Price
Feel like Bill Clinton, Versace linen
I'm packing the F&N, see snakes in the trenches
Plenty of bricks in the bando
Put the laser beam on my sniper rifle, I see fuck niggas in camo
Hunnit bands on your head, my nigga, I feel like you're disloyal
Heard he got them truckloads, I took it and put it in the water

Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)
Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel
And my nigga keep them drums looking like a ferris wheel
Got you looking down the barrel of my stainless steel
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

[Takeoff:]
Forgiatos on my Murcielago
Beating that pot like Hoppo
Walking around with that sack
I play with them racks, call me Wells Fargo
Yellow diamond, that canary
Sell jawbreakers, Ed, Edd and Eddy
Pulling up on Masta P, but I got the hookup
Lean in my fanta is shook up
Takeoff, they call me NASA
Ye ain't even know I own Delta
I'm beating the pot, Mayweather
Pockets on fat, call me Nutty Professor
And I got your life in my hands
The block so hot it need a fan
Gotta keep a gold F&N
Stainless steel all in my pants
You play with my money, my nigga, they'll pull out that Tommy
And take it from Clyde and [?]
The trap trampoline, it's jumping
Young nigga, I came from nothing to something
Now taking them trips to Bahamas
The molly is biting, Piranha
I'm smoking imported Quintana, my niggas
They animals come from the jungle

[Quavo:]
Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)
Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel
And my nigga keep them drums looking like a ferris wheel
Got you looking down the barrel of my stainless steel
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands