Hands Own (feat. LilBeno, Drego & Nuk)
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She just picked me up and slopped me off
I just told her stop right here to drop the package off
You ain't really in these streets boy knock it off
Or I'll have my killers pull up and knock you off
I got that nine wit' that 30 call me curry breeze (brr)
Hunnit' 'round drum on it wit' a fuckin' beam
Take that knife of that bitch, cut 'em like Wolverine
These pussy niggas soft they don't want no beef
Watch yo' circle wait for the bubble, you know the time, right? (Yeah)
Auntie told me to stick to the money stay out the limelight
When you playing in that field know yo' nine rights (know yo' nine rights)
Put a 30 on this bitch to get 'em nine hype
I den' damn near touched a ten in like nine nights (like nine nights)
Jumped off the porch, I forgot what that pine like
Hundred 80 days stayed down, what yo' grind like
The only time I call so she can show me what her mind like
I'ma catch the bag she gon' get freaky for me (she gon' get freaky for me)
Don't talk about that bag if that bitch mediocre (what?)
I den' took this bitch and turned her to a stuffer
Take these thousand pills, get 'em to Kentucky
Spot hot as hell, but we still trappin' (we still trappin')
Bitch this off pill action (this off pill action)
Two hundred bands a week, I got pills action (what time?)
Slowed up, but we still trappin'
I'ma' hit the road, I got two stuffers (yeah)
I'm they quarterback, I got a route running (I got a route running)
Hand you this bag, you bet not fumble (you bet not fumble)
Coupe and street the mob I'm the head honcho (head honcho)
She sucking through the jeans she a headhunter (she a headhunter)
All I care about is them blue hunnits
I heard that you be cappin' you don't move nothing
A.R. hundred rounds, it'll move something
Auntie call my phone said she got blues for me
Nigga think it's sweet send him on the news or sum
Had to move the spot 'cause you know the block jumping
Go get the wood out 'cause you know the opps coming
'Cause we not running (bitch)
Nigga mad 'cause his thug fucking ('cause his thug fucking)
Money real long like my clip, I will drop something
Put the red beam on his face chicken pox something
Any beef that I got in I am not running, uh
She just picked me up and slopped me off
I just told her stop right here to drop the package off
You ain't really in these streets boy knock it off
Or I'll have my killers pull up and knock you off
I got that nine wit' that 30 call me curry breeze (brr)
Hunnit' 'round drum on it wit' a fuckin' beam
Take that knife of that bitch, cut 'em like Wolverine
These pussy niggas soft they don't want no beef
Watch yo' circle wait for the bubble, you know the time, right? (Yeah)
Auntie told me to stick to the money stay out the limelight
When you playing in that field know yo' nine rights (know yo' nine rights)
Put a 30 on this bitch to get 'em nine hype
I den' damn near touched a ten in like nine nights (like nine nights)
Jumped off the porch, I forgot what that pine like
Hundred 80 days stayed down, what yo' grind like
The only time I call so she can show me what her mind like
I'ma catch the bag she gon' get freaky for me (she gon' get freaky for me)
Don't talk about that bag if that bitch mediocre (what?)
I den' took this bitch and turned her to a stuffer
Take these thousand pills, get 'em to Kentucky
Spot hot as hell, but we still trappin' (we still trappin')
Bitch this off pill action (this off pill action)
Two hundred bands a week, I got pills action (what time?)
Slowed up, but we still trappin'
I'ma' hit the road, I got two stuffers (yeah)
I'm they quarterback, I got a route running (I got a route running)
Hand you this bag, you bet not fumble (you bet not fumble)
Coupe and street the mob I'm the head honcho (head honcho)
She sucking through the jeans she a headhunter (she a headhunter)
All I care about is them blue hunnits
I heard that you be cappin' you don't move nothing
A.R. hundred rounds, it'll move something
Auntie call my phone said she got blues for me
Nigga think it's sweet send him on the news or sum
Had to move the spot 'cause you know the block jumping
Go get the wood out 'cause you know the opps coming
'Cause we not running (bitch)
Nigga mad 'cause his thug fucking ('cause his thug fucking)
Money real long like my clip, I will drop something
Put the red beam on his face chicken pox something
Any beef that I got in I am not running, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Asa Hartfield
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