Freddie Gibbs - Hands Up lyrics

Yeah, fuck you nigga, you broke
Nigga, 'bout to rob me a nigga
Put yo' hands up nigga

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

Go put yo' hands up homie, bitch I'm broke
This a muthafuckin' stickup
It ain't no joke
If you don't wanna get a slug
Put up in yo' throat
Then I suggest you hop out that Davoucci coat
Bow, you ain't got nuttin' to worry about
Talk shit lil nigga, I'mma hurl ya out
I'm way outta control
My abandon is reckless
I might shoot you for yo'
Watch and yo' necklace
Yeah, you lookin' like a million bucks
So I'mma hit yo' ass up while
You sit in the truck
Broad daylight nigga I ain't givin' a fuck
You got som' that I want
Well you givin' it up
"Don't shoot me" man I ain't
Gon' shoot yo' ass
Put yo' face in the grass
Nigga give me the cash
Don't be comin' around my
Neighborhood tryna floss
If you do you gon' pay the cost, like this

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

Go on witcha punk ass, yeah keep frontin'
You say you roll deep
Man that don't mean nuttin'
I saw you and ya lil clique poppin' collars
"Man, come on dog I know you
Got more than twenty dollars"
It be them same niggas that be
Be the ones gettin' robbed when
They leave the club bein' broke hurts
So I'm tryna have the most merch
Bitches get it too
I hit ya for ya Coach purse
Yeah, that boy Freddie a mess
Don't tempt me
Cause I'm the wrong nigga to test
And you got them 24's, sittin' up on ya Lex
Got me wantin' to put bullets
All up in ya chest-aaa
Come on, I'm about to give ya the blues
If they fit, God dammit I'mma take the shoes
Why you cryin'? you ain't got no
Cash on you at all?
Let's hit the ATM homie we
Gon' make a withdrawal

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

This a stickup nigga, hands up
This a stickup, put ya hands up
This a stickup, nigga put ya hands up
Yeah, put yo' muthafuckin' hands up

Yo it's a rebel rap as far
As I'd like to rob
Like Nelly, Baby, The Terror Squad
Come down dog, ain't nothin' personal dude
I just wanna hit you up cause
You got some nice jewels
I really don't care what you got to say
If you act tough Freddie got som' to spray
If you see me in the streets
Better pack ya heat
Cause I'mma jack you for ya cash
Then jack ya beat

Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap
Go and empty ya pockets (it's like that?)
Take ya money out yo' wallet
(it's like that?)
Nigga give me all ya jewelry
(it's like that?) hell yeah
Talk slick and I'mma peel yo' cap

Ugh, niggas gettin' stuck the fuck up
Put yo' hands up
This a stickup nigga, put yo' hands up
Ugh, put yo' muthafuckin' hands up
Ugh, when you see me in the
Streets put ya hands up