Throw Them Hands lyrics

[Intro]
You probably be f*cking with them scary ass b*tches huh?
Nah... Not us
n*ggas be asking b*tches to throw that ass, throw them hands!

[Hook: Julius]
Your b*tch avoid the drama eh yo that's cool n*gga
My girl the type to act a mothaf*ckin' fool n*gga
Oh yea she knuckle good y'all
My girl grew up in the mothaf*ckin' hood y'all
Throw them hands, throw them hands, throw them hands oh yeah
She throw them hands, throw them hands, throw them hands oh yeah
A real woman what you thought n*gga?
Hell no she ain't no mothaf*ckin' thot n*gga

[Verse 1: Julius]
Eh, you b*tches finna get knocked out I'm anticipating it
(Baby girl that hoe trying talk sh*t about you) Yeah that's me instigating sh*t
My girl ain't like other females, trust me she knows the streets well
She a fighter, she gon' die a rider like she don't like wearing seat belts
I'm a young nocka from the Beach I don't mean sand and seashells
I mean the land wear you see shells on the ground the land wear the beef dwell
That mean my woman gotta be just as ghetto as me, rocking 6 inch stiletto's but she
Gon' use her fist to settle the beef
She'll give a b*tch a good licking not like that she don't swing that way
Only thing she swings is a mean ass hay-maker (bang) lean that face
Smackin' a b*tch, slappin' a b*tch, even be stabbin' a b*tch all that all that
When it's crackin' she be at a b*tch like what's happenin' b*tch all that all that
Man just the other day she chocked a b*tch with one hand how hood is that?
She didn't scratch one acrylic nail her manicure intact
But she classy don't get me wrong her ass could teach a class
Got a master a B.A. I mean master beating ass
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Demetrius]
What up crip? What up cuz? sh*t my girl is a blood n*gga
All of my family crips, but sh*t we in love n*gga
Crips and bloods gon' c*m together whenever we f*ck n*gga
You startin' drama she Martin mama my girl beat b*tches up n*gga
With a left right right left left right that's right then a titty pop out
The best fight's cat fights damn right she'll fight she a pretty Knockout
She'll knock-out your woman damnit, y'all motherf*ckers don't understand it
When she throw hands I call her Lindsey Lohan cause she underhanded
Uh-uh What your ass been thinking? Matter fact what your ass been drinking?
You wanna fight my girl? My girl from the ghetto b*tch sh*t her last name Jenkins
She got a backhand that'll park you like a 'Lac or a Lincoln hand her a reason
Sticking you early like back-court defence, you gon' need a new track and weave and
She act like n*gga she can be Mr. Suge, y'all n*ggas ain't never seen a chick this hood
She'll beat up a chicken like Peter Griffin and still look finger licking good
(Oh hell no y'all don't get her more p*ssed off)
Cause she'll box and shoot pandora crossed with Lara Croft

[Hook]