HANDS DOWN

[Intro: Sugarhill Ddot]
Grah, grah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(Yo, Lucas, ya heard?)
Y'all know the vibes, it's that lil Ddot nigga, ya heard?
Y'all know the fuckin' vibes man
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
Hands down, If I don't got the knock
I bet he get beat out his sneaks, like, broad day (Grrah)
Lil Crash, he lucky I ain't put him right to sleep (On bro)
Fuck all the rappin', I'm wit' all the action
I stay in the field, and I'm totin' my ratchet (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Call up Bloodie, you know that's the Makk
But if I catch a GT, Imma clap em (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1: Sugarhill Ddot & Bloodie]
Like, I don't know why they talkin’ on Notti
Like we ain't spin through they block, was a homi
Talkin' on Dotty, your ass gettin' killed
Better ask around for that name it get real
Like, two V's when we spinnin' through Drew (Grrrrt)
Can't forget lil Kurt got shot in his tooth (Ahhh-ahhh)
Like, and the last got hit in his shoulders (Ahhh)
So, fuck it, just roll up a boulder (Matt Sav)

[Verse 2: Bloodie & Sugarhill Ddot]
Like, bro, he could die (Grrah, look)
Like, so don't trip when you slide (AP, AP)
Bro thought he was sippin', he was checkin' that tie (Ahh)
Bro one shot after shot, tryna hang out the— (Ahhhh-haaaaa)
So, 88k (Grrah)
Like, I still blitz if he smokin’ on Caine
Bro one shot after shot, tryna knock off a—
Bro one shot after shot, tryna knock off a face (Ahhhhh)
But it's still free Move
Damn, like, bro, he better move (Ahhhhh)
Like, free Banga, we know what you do (Grrah)
He was on thotties and thotties (Grrah)
He was shakin' the room (Grrah, grrah, bang)
Like-like, and I see my target (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, he can't run, 'cause this shit hit the hardest (Ahhhh)
Like, ski'ed up tryna catch me a Sweeper
She wanna link 'cause I'm goin' retarded (Worda my motha nigga) (Grrah, like)

[Verse 3: Bloodie & Sugarhill Ddot]
They know the vibes with us
Like, he was dissin' on Notti, had to get on that bus
Like, always kept one of them tucked (Grrah)
He was dissin' on Dot, I start wavin' my gun
Like, see to see, bro, you know that it's us (Ahhh)
He was runnin', when I start put him in this blunt (Ahhhhh)
Like, don't get caught if he don't got no hits
Glass, shatter, all over the strip (Grrah, look)
He duckin’, movin’ faster than his bitch (Ahhhhh)
We gon' up on his block, bro, I don't care bout no kids (Grrah)
I'm tryna catch me, who this? (Grrah)
Like, now he just dead in this spliff (Grrah, grrah)
Frankie, dead (Ahh, ahh)
I don't know why they mention my dead (Grrah, grrah, boom)
While I spin through the S, fill 'em up with lead
Like, don't forget that lil Smelly is dead (Grrah, grrah) (Smelly)

[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
Hands down, If I don't got the knock
I bet he get beat out his sneaks, like, broad day (Grrah)
Lil Crash, he lucky I ain't put him right to sleep (On bro)
Fuck all the rappin', I'm wit' all the action
I stay in the field, and I'm totin' my ratchet (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Call up Bloodie, you know that's the Makk
But if I catch a GT, Imma clap em (Grrah, grrah)

[Outro]
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)