[Intro]
Ferg
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ayy

[Verse 1]
I feel like I’m a giant but I’m 5’8”
I feel more defiant when y’all hate
Y’all the only n***as runnin’ in a car race
Serve a n***a with the butter like Parkay

Rap n***as all soft, so strangé
I’m a little bit of Pac, bit of Kanye
You a little bit of ass in a dark place

[Chorus]
You a trill n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ hands up
You a real n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ hands up
You a real n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ bands up
You a real n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ hands up

[Drop 1: Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Celebration, coronation
No debatin’, crown me king, I’m tired of waitin (Yeah)
People’s champ, I gotta face it
You disgracin’, people sense that you’re fakin’ (Right)

I’m the Lord, I might go Satan
With the flow and take ‘em out, annihilate ‘em (Yeah)
No mistakin’, new sensation
Hood Pope pullin’ up to rule the nation (Alright)

And I came a long way from the stash house (Yeah)
Now I switch spots like a Dalmatian (Right)
Little kid played by the crack house (Yeah)
And I got my moms out when my ass paid (Alright)

Gotta understand when I black out (Yeah)
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout a wack hater
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout no rap favor
Need to bow to the Lord and say all your prayers
[Chorus]
You a trill n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ hands up
You a real n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ hands up
You a real n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ bands up
You a real n***a, get yo’ motherfuckin’ hands up

[Drop 2]
Bitch you—

C’mon
Haha

[Outro: Instrumental]