Nico Jordan - HANDS UP, DON'T SHOOT Lyrics

Hands up don't shoot
Wasn't even doing nothing
Homie I was sipping on bubbly
Talking to my dawg on the phone
What the fuck were we discussing?
Cutting off a bitch like it's nothing
Saying you a thug
Where's the proof?
Nigga you ain't doin nothing
Really getting sick of all the bluffing yeah

All the times that we had
Wonder what was the point?
Work a 9-5 job
Then I roll up a joint
Tryna make it out to hood
Hope I don't disappoint
I'm just coming from a place
Where they ain't making noise

Yeah, people on the gram
Like their something
Shawty's bending backwards for a nigga who was fronting
Working I was simply tryna turn myself to something
Why the fuck you hating?
Bitch it's gonna get you nothing

Hands up don't shoot
Wasn't even doing nothing
Homie I was sipping on bubbly
Talking to my dawg on the phone
What the fuck were we discussing?
Cutting off a bitch like it's nothing
Saying you a thug
Where's the proof?
Nigga you ain't doin nothing
Really getting sick of all the bluffing yeah

My dad is 58
Running to fate
I'm just tryna make him proud
Before he reaches that date
Shit imma reach it too
So I know we relate
We was starving always hungry
Never needed a plate

Gotta give it up to Dalton
Cause he gave me his grace
Keep it PG with the family
Cause they gave me a place
Keep on $melling all the roses
When I needed to stay
Corbin swerving, smoking doja
While we kick it with Chaiins
Got this shit on my brain

And starving artists always paving the way
Fuck your clout the word of mouth, is gonna lead me to fame
Buy my mom and dad a house
And get me an estate
Go to sleep
Then lay my ashes
In a place
You can pray
(Bitch)

Hands up don't shoot
Wasn't even doing nothing
Homie I was sipping on bubbly
Talking to my dawg on the phone
What the fuck were we discussing?
Cutting off a bitch like it's nothing
Saying you a thug
Where's the proof?
Nigga you ain't doin nothing
Really getting sick of all the bluffing yeah