Hands Itchin'
My hands been itching for to damn long
I must be getting pain
4 oClock In the evening nigga
I'm posted in the shade
Catching plays
Praying to god
I never see the cage
So I run the block On my own
I ain't fucking with your lane
They call Meech
Yeah,
I was raised In these street
I got the other homies paid
But they ain't seen what I seen
I'm on the move for that green
And I chasing no dreams
But if I make it
You know I'm putting on for my team
Growing up In the Langfields was painful
Talking about living in hell
I needed them angels
To send a sign
A different view of them
Different new angles
I tell my bitch to bend it over
And grab on the ankles
Licks hitting hard
Like a nigga that play for the bangles
They going hard
To the point that they tell me thank you
Making that money ain't nothing to me
I can tell you ain't fucking with me
All of my nigga raised up in the streets
Fuck around get hit with the beam
Y'all know how a Nigga gone get
Real shit
They ain't know I can spit
Hopped on stage now they love me and shit
Bad bitches want to fuck me and shit
But i'm trying to get paid
Nobody is trying to listen
I been up in the kitchen
I must be getting paid
My hands are fucking itching
I must be getting paid
My hands are fucking itching
I must be getting pain
4 oClock In the evening nigga
I'm posted in the shade
Catching plays
Praying to god
I never see the cage
So I run the block On my own
I ain't fucking with your lane
They call Meech
Yeah,
I was raised In these street
I got the other homies paid
But they ain't seen what I seen
I'm on the move for that green
And I chasing no dreams
But if I make it
You know I'm putting on for my team
Growing up In the Langfields was painful
Talking about living in hell
I needed them angels
To send a sign
A different view of them
Different new angles
I tell my bitch to bend it over
And grab on the ankles
Licks hitting hard
Like a nigga that play for the bangles
They going hard
To the point that they tell me thank you
Making that money ain't nothing to me
I can tell you ain't fucking with me
All of my nigga raised up in the streets
Fuck around get hit with the beam
Y'all know how a Nigga gone get
Real shit
They ain't know I can spit
Hopped on stage now they love me and shit
Bad bitches want to fuck me and shit
But i'm trying to get paid
Nobody is trying to listen
I been up in the kitchen
I must be getting paid
My hands are fucking itching
I must be getting paid
My hands are fucking itching
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Writer(s): Bygg Meech
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