Mike WiLL Made-It| In My Hands Lyrics

[Quavo:]

Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)

Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel

And my nigga keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel

Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Your life in my hands for playin' with my bands

You play with my money, I chop off your hands

My niggas be trappin', they trappin', they sellin'

The molly, the gas I can't stand

I'm prayin' tonight the enemy stay out of sight

I'm kickin' and whippin' and trappin' the white

The birds, they're flyin' and singin' like Brian McKnight

Hunnit bands on your head, I'll take your life

Young rich nigga, pockets on Kelly Price

Feel like Bill Clinton, Versace linen

I'm packin' the F&N, see snakes in the trenches

Plenty of bricks in the bando

Put the laser beam on my sniper rifle, I see fuck niggas in camo

Hunnit bands on your head, my nigga, I feel like you're disloyal

Heard he got them truckloads, I took it and put it in the water

Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)

Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel

And my nigga keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel

Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

[Takeoff:]

Forgiatos on my Murcielago

Beatin' that pot like Hoppo

Walkin' around with that sack

I play with them racks, call me Wells Fargo

Yellow diamond, that canary

Sell jawbreakers, Ed, Edd and Eddy

Pullin' up on Masta P, but I got the hookup

Lean in my fanta is shook up

Takeoff, they call me NASA

Ye ain't even know I own Delta

I'm beatin' the pot, Mayweather

Pockets on fat, call me Nutty Professor

And I got your life in my hands

The block so hot it need a fan

Gotta keep a gold F&N

Stainless steel all in my pants

You play with my money, my nigga, they'll pull out that Tommy

And take it from Clyde and [?]

The trap trampoline, it's jumpin'

Young nigga, I came from nothin' to somethin'

Now takin' them trips to Bahamas

The molly is bitin', Piranha

I'm smokin' imported Quintana, my niggas

They animals come from the jungle

[Quavo:]

Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)

Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel

And my nigga keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel

Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands

Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands