Tyla Yaweh (Ft. Morray) – Hands Up

[Intro]
Yo Sean, you fucked me up on this one

[Pre-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
They all got their hands up (Up)
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom (‘Som)
I want it all and then some (Some)
Guns drawn, this a standoff (‘Off)
I don’t even know how this shit happened
I take my chances (Chances)

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
Now I’m just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
‘Cause I’ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day (Day)
I’m just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
‘Cause I’ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day (Day)

[Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh]
I’m not tryna talk no more in this function (Uh-uh)
I don’t wanna talk no more, you on that fuck shit (You on that fuck shit)
This pistol, I’ma up it (Woah), bullets stray down (Down)
I don’t hear you talkin’ that tough shit (Tough)
I don’t wanna let you down, but I’ma let you suffer
All I know, all I know is just hustlin’ (Woah)
With a flex of hеart, yeah, show my muscles
Don’t have to pick up guns, wе can have a tussle (Baow)
Got me in and out my body, I can tell I can not trust you

[Pre-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
They all got their hands up (Up)
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom (‘Som)
I want it all and then some (Some)
Guns drawn, this a standoff (‘Off)
I don’t even know how this shit happened
I take my chances (Chances)

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
Now I’m just tryna get away (Get away)
Put the money in the bag (In the bag)
‘Cause I’ma get it anyway (Anyway)
Girl, I love to see you in the day (Day)
I’m just tryna get away (Get away)
Put the money in the bag (In the bag)
‘Cause I’ma get it anyway (Anyway)
Girl, I love to see you in the day (Day)

[Verse 2: Morray]
Get away, get away, get away
Bitch, put the bread in the bag or I promise it’s DOA
Given the board constricted
That’s why I love how your bitch actin’ all this BOA
All for, I put the strap in, got my mask on, stuffin’ bags in
Got guns, I put ’em down
I still beat your motherfuckin’ ass friend
Don’t get it twisted, my nigga, I come from the trenches
But I support it with the Range
Some ’bout firin’ smoke that give me a high before a nigga even blaze up
I got no problem but killing the beef
Or killing the beef by using the beats
Restore up the peace and roll up a piece
And scatter your body, can’t locate a piece

[Pre-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
They all got their hands up (Up)
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom (‘Som)
I want it all and then some (Some)
Guns drawn, this a standoff (‘Off)
I don’t even know how this shit happened
I take my chances (Chances)

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
Now I’m just tryna get away (Get away)
Put the money in the bag (In the bag)
‘Cause I’ma get it anyway (Anyway)
Girl, I love to see you in the day (Day)
I’m just tryna get away (Get away)
Put the money in the bag (In the bag)
‘Cause I’ma get it anyway (Anyway)
Girl, I love to see you in the day (Day)

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