(Intro)
Live from the 702, y’all know what this is
Thank God it’s Friday
Felt it was only right
In case you ain’t think I could do it again
Oh, I’m a do it again
That Brooklyn flow, ni**a, ha
(Chorus)
Throw they hands up-yeah
Throw they hands up-Oh
Throw they hands up-Oh
Throw they hands up-yeah
Throw they hands up-yeah
Throw they hands up-yeah
Throw they hands up-yeah
Throw they hands up
(Verse 1)
You know how your boy come through on a Friday
I’m a smooth operator like Sade
I’ll put you in your place like valet
But they ain’t really about nothing like Wale
Yeah, I ain’t talking bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain’t talking bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain’t talking bout asylums
You ain’t talking income, they walking outs they outcome
You ex on a ni**a, I ain’t talking bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain’t talking ’bout no falcons
No Julio Jones or Roddy White
But she could catch it like them if her body tight
If she walking, lose her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati bikes
But you ain’t f**king everybody, right?
You ain’t out here being thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I’m in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sipping Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause ni**a’s be trying to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug down by IP
He ain’t carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a ni**a bi**hing up
Talking quick, in your face, now the story switching up
How they gon pray for your downfall, then wish they up?
(Bridge)
1 am, on my way to the club
2 am, it was going up
3 am, bad bi**hes with us
4 am, now they leaving with us
5 am, at the after hours
6 am, now we at the house
6:15, I be digging her out
7:15, Uber in route
8 am, ESPN
1 am, I’m gon do it again
We gon, we gon, we gon do it again
(Verse 2)
How the f**k you gong talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don’t come at me on some, She still my girl
I’m rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girl
All I be giving is some G to your girl
D**k in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that’s cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that’s cool with me
I see your little cars, little jewelries
But none of y’all motherf**kers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit eulogies
You trying to fool a Gs, I’m trying to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few jewels for me
You trying to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I don’t sit on benches, fan
F*** the snakes, I’m riding with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never wiped out
If you was counting, you would have less to type out
Get your money up, hustling, grinding sowing, finessing
F**k that, everybody, come on
(Repeat Short Chorus)
(Repeat Bridge)
(Outro)
Y’all know what it is, world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game, ni**a
I said it, uh huh, live from the 702
That street fam
Throw they hands up
