The Left
The left, the left
Leftie, hah
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
God please protect me if this shit go left
Cause I can cook a kilo by my God damn self
In the kitchen water whipping with the left
I don't know Redman but I know who got the meth
I feel like I'm a one man BMF
Cause I can lock a trap down by myself
You waiting on Gucci to go broke then hold your breath
This shit ain't cut as raw, this shit gon' sell itself
But don't let your right hand man know what your left hand doing
My homeboys called the cops on me and I ain't even tripping
But how you gon' call yourself a G and hang around snitches
These niggas go and left crazy acting like bitches
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Gucci Mane the leftie
Pockets so hefty
Wrist so fucking rocky I can't even take a selfie
Right wrist glaring but my left hand glowing
Limping, kicking pimping like my left leg broken
I offered her two thou, I tried to help her
She took too long to come, that's why I left her
I'm Gucci Mane, I eat millions for breakfast
I came back in a 'Rari like I left some
I'm in a droptop Rolls Royce I feel like I left some
I got like 50 thou on me, who wanna fuck some?
A lot of haters salty, feel like I left 'em
But all of these stay hating Gucci, Gucci undress them
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Leftie, hah
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
God please protect me if this shit go left
Cause I can cook a kilo by my God damn self
In the kitchen water whipping with the left
I don't know Redman but I know who got the meth
I feel like I'm a one man BMF
Cause I can lock a trap down by myself
You waiting on Gucci to go broke then hold your breath
This shit ain't cut as raw, this shit gon' sell itself
But don't let your right hand man know what your left hand doing
My homeboys called the cops on me and I ain't even tripping
But how you gon' call yourself a G and hang around snitches
These niggas go and left crazy acting like bitches
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Gucci Mane the leftie
Pockets so hefty
Wrist so fucking rocky I can't even take a selfie
Right wrist glaring but my left hand glowing
Limping, kicking pimping like my left leg broken
I offered her two thou, I tried to help her
She took too long to come, that's why I left her
I'm Gucci Mane, I eat millions for breakfast
I came back in a 'Rari like I left some
I'm in a droptop Rolls Royce I feel like I left some
I got like 50 thou on me, who wanna fuck some?
A lot of haters salty, feel like I left 'em
But all of these stay hating Gucci, Gucci undress them
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with the left, the left
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Credits
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Willie Byrd
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