Hands In The Air (H.I.T.A)

Ghosty

To my T, I'll step, me and gang be a threat
Tell bro "Do a right then a left", that's them
Research, man done it in depth
Get tec if you guard the yola, no Pep (get it?)
Nowadays, man, it don't make sense
That's ments, no man coulda sat on that fence (no way)
Intense, on a ride with my guys
Go vent, no threats, press down, just look at this strength (look)

I'm sat with the train when I'm watching it lock
Dog still to my cat, please don't be a menace
Just put a pack in scores, no tenners
Scraping the pot, no time for the errors
Keep that chat that you're giving online
Better keep it the same when it's live-o, peak
Jump out, let it beat with a hand ting, neat
And I'll stand there firm, never get cold feet

I just gave Hillary, no Clinton
Now he's in a coastal zone with grub
Chill caucasian, blends in proper, can even go down to the pub (haha)
I came through in my Adidas beatdowns
There was no way that I come in to shell toes (no way)
And the ting's old school like velcro
Now he's on the floor, same colour as Elmo (ah, man)

Hands in the air, don't move (hands up)
I ain't gonna say that twice
Aim up high, rinsed more than a few
I ain't riding with you if you ain't that type
Man know we're the usual suspects (ah, man)
Feds close now they're following tight (ah, man)
If it weren't us, they're causing an upset
We're in the bando pebbling pies (ah)

Hands in the air, don't move
I ain't gonna say that twice
Aim up high, rinsed more than a few
I ain't riding with you if you ain't that type
Man know we're the usual suspects (ah, man)
Feds close now they're following tight (ah, man)
If it weren't us, they're causing an upset
We're in the bando pebbling pies

I need me a big boy wap, that's clinical
Everybody move subliminal
How could I rate them twats?
I ain't kidding you, none of them shot no gun
When the topic is waps, they shy and blush
We ask how many got bun
And if I ask who you are, don't run (where you goin'?)
That confirms you're an opp, now you're fucking done

That day, I try leave man slumped
But the opps got luck, it was a faulty gun (baow)
Three done jam, but the fourth one dumped
Go back home, have dinner with mum
Next day, I woke up and I called my
Bros like "Yo, we ain't finished the hunt"
Stepped out, that's new outfit and gloves
Now we're lurking again, no ifs or buts (no way)

This time bro's got a different gun
And today, my roller's ripping up guts
No, we don't panic when they back their one
Me and S tag-teamed, ching that punk
Pushed his pull, tryna minus one
Then go link Paul for a two on one
All the fake love, I'll use them cunts
And I might be the cause if they lose their funds

Hands in the air, don't move
I ain't gonna say that twice
Aim up high, rinsed more than a few
I ain't riding with you if you ain't that type
Man know we're the usual suspects
Feds close now they're following tight
If it weren't us, they're causing an upset
We're in the bando pebbling pies

Hands in the air, don't move
I ain't gonna say that twice
Aim up high, rinsed more than a few
I ain't riding with you if you ain't that type
Man know we're the usual suspects
Feds close now they're following tight
If it weren't us, they're causing an upset
We're in the bando pebbling pies

Reverse that bro, let's cut, let's breeze
Freeze, ain't no C.I.D
On a one-two's ped tryna aim and squeeze
On a one-two's ped tryna aim and bust it
Ten toes back when we caught that brace
LP got soaked and we left no trace
Opp block, tryna slap at a face
They don't bang no waps, they're timid

Twenty-eight wounds, little man left swimming
Six in the ting, I'm sliding, sinning (sliding)
Caught one, left the mandem grinning
One hand in the bag, one hand on the stick
Tryna lean with the ting and let that go
Bro, rev up the ped, let's go (let's go, let's go)
Hands in the air, don't move
Big hand tings, I was sliding through

Fuck a ding dong, pedal bike, let's move
One chance on a vacant strip (one chance)
Get the drop, man pattern up quick
And we step with lethal sticks
Get slapped if you're claiming crips
Back to the hood, then you're getting way whipped
Get slapped if you're claiming crips
Back to the hood, then you're getting way whipped

Hands in the air, don't move
I ain't gonna say that twice
Aim up high, rinsed more than a few
I ain't riding with you if you ain't that type
Man know we're the usual suspects
Feds close now they're following tight
If it weren't us, they're causing an upset
We're in the bando pebbling pies

Hands in the air, don't move
I ain't gonna say that twice
Aim up high, rinsed more than a few
I ain't riding with you if you ain't that type
Man know we're the usual suspects
Feds close now they're following tight
If it weren't us, they're causing an upset
We're in the bando pebbling pies

Ghosty