Other Hand
On the other hand
Me and my brother
I ain't never ran
I'm with my brother man
Tryna count these rubber bands
Nigga on a under hand
I can make a
Came Up
They thought that I couldn't
Bitch I'm a dog
All my opps is just pussy
Brand new 4 pound
I call that bitch lil Nicky
Dumb in the pot
I cook shit up ridiculous
All my bitches
Know just how to play they role
Eff'n In the cell
Guess a nigga gotta play the phone
All these niggas
Thinking that they hot
I just light the stove
Brody treat the opps Just like snot
He gone wipe a nose
When it's smoke
They gotta read about it
I done seen these niggas starve
While you eat around'em
Yeahhh
Nigga try the gang
We put feet around'em
If he don't get no money
Then he can't be around me
I'm too cut to ever need a bandage
An my momma raised a Gangsta
Ion need a band aid
Niggas try sides
When they get to switching
Watch'em turn to bitches
Eff'n get the switches
I ain't nothing like'em
Baby I said I'm that nigga
Always been the same
Yeah Daedae beda realest
Yeahhh Ugh
I come to Tommy's
And I catch a body
I got too many hoes
Bitch don't stress about me
On the other hand
Nigga I ain't never ran
With my brother man
Counting up these rubber bands
Off a under hand
Bet I make a summer jam
Came a long way
My first song was summer tan
Came Up
They thought that I couldn't
Bitch I'm a dog
All my opps is just pussy
Brand new 4 pound
I call that bitch lil Nicky
Dumb in the pot
I cook shit up ridiculous
All my bitches
Know just how to play they role
Eff'n In the cell
Guess a nigga gotta play the phone
All these niggas
Thinking that they hot
I just light the stove
Brody treat the opps Just like snot
He gone wipe a nose
That's your crib
Bet I run up in it
Every whip I'm in, got a gun up in it
That's your bitch
Ain't no thinking when I run up in it
Ima disrespectful nigga
Leave a son up in it
I be hot up in this bitch
Like the sun up in it
All these niggas act like bitches
I be son'in niggas, yeahhh
Son of Sam, an they getting taxed
Nigga disrespect the gang
Best believe they getting whacked
I just dive on they block
Then I'm getting back
Somebody died on they block
They ain't getting back
Up on the opps
Ain't no getting back
Nigga disrespect the gang
On my mom he getting snapped
On the other hand
Nigga I ain't never ran
With my brother man
Countin up these rubber bands
Off a under hand
Bet I make a summer jam
Came a long way
My first song was summer tan
Came Up
They thought that I couldn't
Bitch I'm a dog
All my opps is just pussy
Brand new 4 pound
I call that bitch lil Nicky
Dumb in the pot
I cook shit up ridiculous
All my bitches
Know just how to play they role
Eff'n In the cell
Guess a nigga gotta play the phone
All these niggas
Thinking that they hot
I just light the stove
Brody treat the opps Just like snot
He gone wipe a nose
Me and my brother
I ain't never ran
I'm with my brother man
Tryna count these rubber bands
Nigga on a under hand
I can make a
Came Up
They thought that I couldn't
Bitch I'm a dog
All my opps is just pussy
Brand new 4 pound
I call that bitch lil Nicky
Dumb in the pot
I cook shit up ridiculous
All my bitches
Know just how to play they role
Eff'n In the cell
Guess a nigga gotta play the phone
All these niggas
Thinking that they hot
I just light the stove
Brody treat the opps Just like snot
He gone wipe a nose
When it's smoke
They gotta read about it
I done seen these niggas starve
While you eat around'em
Yeahhh
Nigga try the gang
We put feet around'em
If he don't get no money
Then he can't be around me
I'm too cut to ever need a bandage
An my momma raised a Gangsta
Ion need a band aid
Niggas try sides
When they get to switching
Watch'em turn to bitches
Eff'n get the switches
I ain't nothing like'em
Baby I said I'm that nigga
Always been the same
Yeah Daedae beda realest
Yeahhh Ugh
I come to Tommy's
And I catch a body
I got too many hoes
Bitch don't stress about me
On the other hand
Nigga I ain't never ran
With my brother man
Counting up these rubber bands
Off a under hand
Bet I make a summer jam
Came a long way
My first song was summer tan
Came Up
They thought that I couldn't
Bitch I'm a dog
All my opps is just pussy
Brand new 4 pound
I call that bitch lil Nicky
Dumb in the pot
I cook shit up ridiculous
All my bitches
Know just how to play they role
Eff'n In the cell
Guess a nigga gotta play the phone
All these niggas
Thinking that they hot
I just light the stove
Brody treat the opps Just like snot
He gone wipe a nose
That's your crib
Bet I run up in it
Every whip I'm in, got a gun up in it
That's your bitch
Ain't no thinking when I run up in it
Ima disrespectful nigga
Leave a son up in it
I be hot up in this bitch
Like the sun up in it
All these niggas act like bitches
I be son'in niggas, yeahhh
Son of Sam, an they getting taxed
Nigga disrespect the gang
Best believe they getting whacked
I just dive on they block
Then I'm getting back
Somebody died on they block
They ain't getting back
Up on the opps
Ain't no getting back
Nigga disrespect the gang
On my mom he getting snapped
On the other hand
Nigga I ain't never ran
With my brother man
Countin up these rubber bands
Off a under hand
Bet I make a summer jam
Came a long way
My first song was summer tan
Came Up
They thought that I couldn't
Bitch I'm a dog
All my opps is just pussy
Brand new 4 pound
I call that bitch lil Nicky
Dumb in the pot
I cook shit up ridiculous
All my bitches
Know just how to play they role
Eff'n In the cell
Guess a nigga gotta play the phone
All these niggas
Thinking that they hot
I just light the stove
Brody treat the opps Just like snot
He gone wipe a nose
Credits
Writer(s): Daquaan Lewis
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