Renni Rucci & Kevin Gates
Hands on Ya Knees
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I'm just tryna (Workin' with some a**)
(Looks like DJ Chose)
You been workin' with some a** (A**)

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some a** (Workin' with some a**)
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your gla** (Pour it in your gla**)
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack (Runnin' up a sack)
F**k it up tonight and then get right back in my bag (Right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (Both hands on your knees)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (Hands on your)
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad (To the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash (Do the dash)

[Post-Chorus: Kevin Gates & Renni Rucci]
Please don't be alarmed, I drive like Steve Nash (Uh)
Drop, droptop coupe, it's a high-speed Jag' (Huh)
Panoramic roof got to be all gla**
Pourin' while I'm goin', baby, where the lean at? (Uh)

[Verse 1: Renni Rucci & Kevin Gates]
Fragrance on another levеl, lovin' how you smellin'
Only other question, whеn is me and you gon' get together? (What's up?)
Diamonds on reflector when I'm talkin' 'bout whatever (Talkin' 'bout)
Never had your pu**y pleasured by a mouth full of metal
Turned the Fanta orange, in the beginning it was yellow
I hate to be alone, options open, I got several (Ah)
Plain Jane Rollie, ain't no diamonds in the bezel
No, we not movin' on, I can leave you where I met you
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some a** (Workin' with some a**)
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your gla** (Pour it in your gla**)
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack (Runnin' up a sack)
F**k it up tonight and then get right back in my bag (Right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (Both hands on your knees)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (Hands on your)
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad (To the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash (Do the dash)

[Post-Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Please don't be alarmed, I drive like Steve Nash (Uh)
Drop, droptop coupe, it's a high-speed Jag' (Huh)
Panoramic roof got to be all gla**
Pourin' while I'm goin', baby, where the lean at?

[Verse 2: Renni Rucci, Kevin Gates]
I'm not into dancin', but when you dancin', like how you standin'
Bad b*t*h, I like 'em tatted, but like 'em cla**y
Jazzy when you be swaggin', I'm into fashion
When you with a customer, I know you just be actin' (I know that you be actin')
I'm flashin' out behind, you don't fall in love (You don't fall in love)
Grip you from behind, you ballin' up (Ballin' up)
I'm pa**ionate when I'm smashin', you call me daddy (Daddy)
Crack jokes to make you happy, you go to laughin'
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some a**
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your gla**
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack
F**k it up tonight and then get right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash