Lyrics

Put your hands in the sky, we can make them fall
Turn them up until the speakers blow
Side to side, let your neighbors know
We gon' scream until we lose our throats
We gon' ride or we gon' roll
Turn them up until the speakers blow
We gon' ride or we gon' roll
Turn them up until the speakers blow
You mad at me, I'm in your mouth and your cavity
Got a pistol grip and a black seat with a four, five tucked underneath
I'm an outlaw with big dreams, hold you up like you're Smith Cheese
Masked up like an Iran, hold you up like you's an Afghan
About to blow like an atom bomb
But this right here no Yerba Shema
In the beat, I'm Suterini, I'm cleaning the house and that's a fact
These trusty rappers got a gangster, you ain't heard
It's a five coast, we blow the speakers, but I buy you sneakers
We screaming out to a voice, but it's from a bad boy
But I'm not no biggie, you drop the block, I fade away like Penny
There was many men like 50 Cent, that's Randy Liz
But they ain't talking about squat, squat
And now I'm for the whole state
Acting like a leaf, you're gonna get raised
Come on back to the folks list, take that to the bank
'Cause one day, for the main way, I'm here to lead the race
Head of the game like a B.A
Hear the whistle, my flow's a missile, I'm a headhunter
When it come to wax, stand together on my back
On the comeback, better give back
'Cause I'm coming for your milk and your cookies
Bunch of them shook me like I was a rookie
I'll be dead if they hate the news
Put your hands in the sky, we can make them fall
Turn them up until the speakers blow
Side to side, let your neighbors know
We gon' scream until we lose our throats
We gon' ride or we gon' roll
Turn them up until the speakers blow
We gon' ride or we gon' roll
Turn them up until the speakers blow
Strugglin', hoppin' on the rock and roll
Full clip, one in the head, lock and load
Never stop the show, got the pedal to the floor, man
On the road, blow a kiss, hit the doormat
Turn to the max, relax, no turnbacks
Hearn racks, dab on them like I burn wax
Burned out, tired, smokin' when I hit drive
Standin' on the edge of success, so I cliff dive
So alive, thrive just to revive
The game, what has been missin', had to take five
But I'm home now, country road bound
Return to the outlaw, never back down
Real recognize, real steal, waistline
One shot, aim clear, won't waste mine
No wait time, finger to the bone
Turn the speakers up, tell the motherfuckers home
Put your hands in the sky, we can make them fall
Turn them up until the speakers blow
Side to side, let your neighbors know
We gon' scream until we lose our throats
We gon' ride or we gon' roll
Turn them up until the speakers blow
We gon' ride or we gon' roll
Turn them up until the speakers blow
Until the speakers blow
Written by: Jay Christopher Hosier, Travis Aaron Moore
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