[Chorus: Zeus]
Put 'em up in the air
Let me see your hands
My fly ladies in the place and all my mans
Hip Hop is in the spot when they play this jam
It's that real piff homie, you can smell it, damn
They like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)

[Verse 1: Zeus]
If it's mic rocking, no option, I'm in
No pop locking, I'm locked in
Shooting like John Stockton
Call cops and we're robbers
We poppers, we drop it
We puff it, we forfeit never 'cause
We enforcing true logic, sheba daar
Cuff all beats, kea baba daar
Flow and style, ke unstoppable
Mean cuts, I sever all
Fresh talk like Stimorol
Play hard so the team would ball
Blake Griffin, Chris Paul
Highlight switched off
Big talk, big moves
Big dudes, cough-cough
Sick dude, kicking these bars like karate or jiu-jitsu
Punching these lines with my knuckles as my fists flew
Enter the dragon, I came to spit on the track
And you hear, I'm taking it back
Straight to the era of rap
I swear their girl will be clapping
Abracadabra magic, I'm making it happen
Count me in so the paper get stacking
See, my flow is a weapon
Now this is a stick up
Like...
[Chorus: Zeus]
Put 'em up in the air
Let me see your hands
My fly ladies in the place and all my mans
Hip Hop is in the spot when they play this jam
It's that real piff homie, you can smell it, damn
They like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)

[Verse 2: Tumi]
The on-song on-form performer of all sorts
Goes genre-hopping across songs
And it's all sport, don't call it or box it
The hook is awesome combination is monstrous
Zeus and the old guard but they say they need locals
Homie we dot coms foreigners across oceans
Flow is on coast guard show boat go hard
For dope, so they know us like the back of the hand
All the anthems' chorus show up in a rover
Just to show off how I whip 'em with the lip like I sold cars
Zee got the co-sign cos he been goin' hard
And big brother see it's hip hop there's no house huh
That's wassup it's piff like pass the blunt
Spit that Stuyvesant sick cancer lung
Came from slums and being called rapper punks
Till we on air like asthma pumps, wassup? (Wassup)

[Chorus: Zeus]
Put 'em up in the air
Let me see your hands
My fly ladies in the place and all my mans
Hip Hop is in the spot when they play this jam
It's that real piff homie, you can smell it, damn
They like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)

[Verse 3: AKA]
How many gods we touched
They coming out for air (Air)
So in the bars we trust, in the cuts we plan
The cost to be the boss, is too much to spend
The more we fuck we running out of fucks to give
Forgive, I'ma do when I see fit
My dreams came true as a grown ass kid
Now everything I do is under the spot light
But you can never be the new kid on the block twice
Playing my cards right
Scooping awards and I went hard the whole night
Shots of Patron, I'm still a god, she's Einstein
Playing the part, she giving me dome, the smart type
The Goliwood nights (Hold up)
Gab City, Zeus got the bottles on ice
Tumi Volume bless the Ramadan vibes
First time in my life I got nothing to prove
First time in my life I got something to lose
[Chorus: Zeus]
Put 'em up in the air
Let me see your hands
My fly ladies in the place and all my mans
Hip Hop is in the spot when they play this jam
It's that real piff homie, you can smell it, damn
They like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)
They like, they like (That's what's up)