Show of Hands

Show of Hands (Clean) - Future/Metro Boomin

Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne

Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne

Produced by：Metro Boomin

Take his chains shorty leave your mans for me

Can I trust you

Grab this cam shorty OnlyFans for me uh

By a show of hands who want a fatal

Throw them hands

Told me "Show a Benz"

Just play your card don't show your hands uh

Necklace gave me shoulder cramps

Pinky ring your show advance

I just sent a telegram

Grandma you bore the man

Necklace gave me shoulder cramps

Pinky ring your show advance

Bracelet Rollie both 'em dance

A half a mill' on both 'em hands

I'm a trap better watch your ho

Uh

Ain't no bap kickin' in your door

Yeah Chrome Hearty I just bought the whole store

I blew her head up now they call her the GOAT

Turned the swag up her last was broke

Bought all them bags for her can't fit 'em in her closet

She can change the fit up least 'bout three times a day

Ain't use a condom we **** three times a day

This ***** so pretty I wanna skeet it all on her face

I done took the Adderall just to count up my cake

I'm goin' Bugatti shoppin' ******* up this paper

First time I smashed it I was highly sedated

It get past 3 a.m. I'm way out of my mind

Cost three-eighty and it barely got any diamonds

Skeleton faded spent a rack on it

My lawyer gon' eat the case that's what these racks for

Necklace gave me shoulder cramps

Pinky ring your show advance

I just sent a telegram

Grandma you bore the man

Necklace gave me shoulder cramps

Pinky ring your show advance

Bracelet Rollie both 'em dance

A half a mill' on

Verse one

Call up Pluto Metro should've put me on the first one

Swear they ***** the baddest I just bagged the worst one

In they feelings over women what you hurt or somethin'

I smash before you birthed son Flacko hit it first son

Still don' trust you it's always us never them

Heard you dropped your latest ****

Funny how it just came and went

Ha-ha-ha

Money long but you know I gotta keep it trim

Trim

Her waist small but she ain't slim

They call me Flacko Jodye but I'm him

Ain't **** change *****

Upgraded a lame *****

Stay up in your lane *****

My wrist a plain Jane *****

She **** me 'cause I'm famous

And they don't speak my language

But bet she know my name *****

A stainless 'cause I don't trust a thing *****

Why don't you trust me

**** on her tongue but really I just hit a lick

Lick lick

No more Balenci'

Uh

I'm gettin' really tired of Rick

Tired of that ****

Cough up a lung

Lung

That Bloomin' new Biscotti hit

'Scotti

First of the month

Uh month

I'm livin' in your head rent-free

Boominati

Necklace gave me shoulder cramps

Pinky ring your show advance

I just sent a telegram

Grandma you bore the man

Necklace gave me shoulder cramps

Pinky ring your show advance

Bracelet Rollie both 'em dance

A half a mill' on both 'em hands

I'm a trap better watch your ho

Can I trust you

Ain't no bap kickin' in your door

Chrome Hearty I just bought the whole store

I blew her head up now they call her the GOAT

Turned the swag up her last was broke

Uh

Bought all them bags for her can't fit 'em in her closet

She can change the fit up least 'bout three times a day

Uh

**** keepin' this **** hip-hop

I wanna see a **** bleed out

I knew we couldn't trust them

Everybody's doin' it down there

We really you know

We was the ones that originated it in the first place

So we gon' stick to the script

They'll leave our style alone 'fore we leave it alone

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout