Oh, Motherfucker clap
(Ching-a-ling, GIB, you know what it is, northside nigga, put them hands up)

Better put your hands up (I came to get this thing crunked up)
I'm talking about everybody now (spark up the herb and get high)
Let me see you stand up (they wanna trip we can thump yall)
Don't even worry about it now (the roof on fire in this bitch)
Better get your hands up

Motherfuckers know it’s me, pass by in tha Aston Martin horn blow it’s me
Riding slow it’s me, with a bad ho it’s me
Drinking that Don Perignon before I drove it’s me
Her brush teeth with the GIB logo it’s me
Then next week, collared shirt red polo it’s me
Yall dudes sho is sweet, my cats promote its beef
St Louis bound that’s my town see the 44 it’s me
Hold up (Hold up), I got the four with me
From beat to street to fallin’ them fools roll with heat
You heard that anxious move money making flow it’s me
Next see the iced out Bentley watchin’ know it’s me
Hand up, Nigga!

Better put your hands up (I came to get this thing crunked up)
I'm talking about everybody now (spark up the herb and get high)
Let me see you stand up (they wanna trip we can thump yall)
Don't even worry about it now (the roof on fire in this bitch)
Better get your hands up

Motherfuckers get it off top, one to your fitted off top
One shot I’ll hit it off top, you know I did it off top
Plus I admitted off top
Cops come I swallow box like a I do cough drops
Yeah, I'm that pad off top, straight lay you flat off top
Hey famous get the gat and rat-tat-tat off top
We doin’ that off top, clocking that scratch off top
Look at me roll on your eye be a patch on top
We selling packs off top, killing these tracks off top
You know I'm Chingy hold it down and get these stacks off top
My flow crack off top, you see these Plaques off top
Step to me this hater will make your ass get back off top

Better put your hands up (I came to get this thing crunked up)
I'm talking about everybody now (spark up the herb and get high)
Let me see you stand up (they wanna trip we can thump yall)
Don't even worry about it now (the roof on fire in this bitch)
Better get your hands up

Motherfuckers turning into some straight suckas
See me at my northsiders ballin’ like we at the Rutger
(Which nigga want it)
I don’t think you niggas got the heart to touch us
Trip with one of mine yeah we servin’ yall like cluckers

We the shit I put that on my life
Piss me off this magic stick I’ll put it on your wife
I put that on my life, us niggas ride at night
Twist up a breast they killin’ cali got me high as a kite
I put that on my life, yeah man I got my stripes
Catch me speeding down the fellow in that new white bike
I put that on my life, yall wack cats ain’t tight
Fuck a freestyle need a hundred just to touch the mic
(Aight? Aight?)

Better put your hands up (I came to get this thing crunked up)
I'm talking about everybody now (spark up the herb and get high)
Let me see you stand up (they wanna trip we can thump yall)
Don't even worry about it now (the roof on fire in this bitch)
Better get your hands up

Put your motherfucker hands up, man
It’s your boy Ching-a-ling
Straight from St Louis, we’re all that Portland North side
49 HUNDRED B.A. d BEAKEN street out cotton Davisson
The whole hood, nigga. You know where we at (ha, ha)
This for you niggas that be saying on TV and shit
Taking them subliminal shots, Niggas that we be speaking all out the side of their necks
I know who you niggas is, oh, yeah!
I’mma come to your town too, man
Hey, and to all you fake ass niggas out there
That like to tuck your shit in when we going out in the club and shit
You know your boy be glistening like a motherfucker
Diamond, wrist diamonds, neck diamonds, ears diamonds
Wear diamonds on my motherfucker pinky
Hey, I don’t tuck my shit in, dirty!
And if you thinking about taking my shits you gon have some problems, nigga
Aight? Touch!