HANDBACKS

SD, STKHM
Oh my god
Oh my god
Get em, Reggii
Right, right

Wood tip wine black
Talk shit get smacked
Your face deserves hand backs
My palm too good for that
My palm too good for that
Wood tip wine black
Talk shit get smacked
Your face deserves hand backs
My palm too good for that
My palm too good for that

Niggas threatening via text
Where them bullets at
Talking shit but don't pull up
Where they do that at
Bitch, I rep the south til I die
Even if i leave
You the type to switch up on somebody
You said fuck the team
Acting like you want the smoke
But you scared of the flames
Bitch, I am a pyro
And my shrink thinks I'm insane
I'm not scared to run it
I came up 'round crips who bang
And where I'm from
You can't make them threats like it's a game
I'm not dropping names
But you know who you are
Let the fam take the fall
For your weed in your car
Put no money on his bail
Got the nerve to complain
Talking 'bout you want the fade
Bitch, I'll leave you in pain
I been best friends with your girl
Way before she met you
She had her suspicions
But, then I learned the truth
Cat's outta the bag
We all know that you cheat
Sent emails after she blocked your phone number
You weak

Wood tip wine black
Talk shit get smacked
Your face deserves hand backs
My palm too good for that
My palm too good for that
Wood tip wine black
Talk shit get smacked
Your face deserves hand backs
My palm too good for that
My palm too good for that

Homie ever call my phone again
Imma fucking smack
Right on yo ex bitch, she just eh
I'll make do's with that
Homie ever threaten me again
We'll do more than rap
Homie ever threaten me again
We gon' light the match
Let's run it down, one second
You can't run at all, you breathless
Think you got the bars to make it
But you like that water, tasteless
Think you talk of town, you brainless
Think yo peers are proud, we shaming
Bitch yo music fowl, we breaking down
Your whole shit sound, it's tainted
I wanna see yo bad side, bitch
You acting like you be Marcus Fenix
You finna clock like carmine
Leave you dead just like yo, um, brother's fetus
Oh my god
Is that bad, did it hurt
Acting like you the shit
But I stunk on em first
Now he all bent
With the eyes of regret
Slept on me now
But now I am his threat
You ever come at me
Imma punch your heart 'bout 5 times
RKO you through knives
Hit you with the piledrive
You remotely salty
Imma sock you like I'm Mankind
Throw you like I'm Tensai
You ain't got no bad side

Wood tip wine black
Talk shit get smacked
Your face deserves hand backs
My palm too good for that
My palm too good for that
Wood tip wine black
Talk shit get smacked
Your face deserves hand backs
My palm too good for that
My palm too good for that