You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
Put ya hands up its a stick up, its a stick up, nigga
Put ya hands up, I cant pick up, I cant pick up
Got a hundred pounds in the gutter, pick up, back up, pick up
Ima pull up, pull up, pull up, nigga, count up, count up, count up, nigga
Guwop got a pound of birds, get these niggas to learn that
Niggas got they hands out, but these niggas aint earned that
Got a QP, wanna burn one with me?
Gucci Mane, wanna turn one with me?
Pull out the tone, they start the strippin
This lil clip, it hold like 50
 in the whole 150
Gucci still pitchin like my name Cal Ripken
These young niggas be penny pinchin
I just keep on backing up Bentleys
Biggest baller of this damn century
Better stay out my damn business
We-we-we independent
Most of me died, I still get a million
You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
I started to run off on the plug 
But I aint even do it 
I stole the 40 pack, took the profit
Went straight to the car lot and blew it
I was bout to get that photo
But I said fuck that, Ima coupe it 
Aint nobody ridin in this pretty motherfucker right here but me and my tooley 
Just me and my .45
Aint never love nobody 
So you know I dont trust nobody
Loddy-doddy, its a gangsta party 
All I do is weed and surf, but this bitch here on molly 
Its a stick up, its a stick up, uh
I sold you them Ps, but I sent Gucci and Thug to get you, uh
My niggas from ATL, but Im a Memphis nigga, uh
Show you that Glock like Master P and make you say Uhhhh
Its Dolph up in this bitch 
On that paper route shit in the trap with four thousand dollar outfit
Yeah, thats how Im trapping, I mean how I kick it
Pull a drive-by out that black thing with that 30 thousand dollar engine
You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up you ever lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga
Put your motherfuckers hands up, shhh, dont move, brodie
I will get you LA without no screws, brodie
Turn into a centipede, then a nigga try to go with it
Turn into a roach and 
Im a real trap star, thats my image 
Bitches, bitches, bitches, they the reason I cant trust none
AR-15 on the floor, pistol on the couch, Im not stuntin nothin
Come in the spot on me
Why you really think Im not gon burn nothing?
Leave a pussy nigga head wetter than a bitch
Yeah, thats Big Worm homie
Yeah, nigga, run up on me, you gon die, nigga
Let this AK sing to you like Trey Songz AKA Trigger
Yeah, a motherfuckin beast to gorilla 
Hit a pussy nigga with a three, Reggie Miller 
Bitch, not a fox, this a fuckin chinchilla 
Leave him with the birds or the fucking baby sitter
You gotta love somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
You gotta lost somebody, trust nobody
Put ya hands up if you lost somebody
Put ya hands up if you ever love somebody
Put ya hands up, put your hands up, nigga