Hands Full (feat. KUZA)
Shed light on it, UV
Red flags green enough for me
One eighty-two, I can't blink
Lot to do, nah, can't risk sleep
Gotta pull strings, set stage
Marionette boy, how I move my dead weight
Three sixty-five, thinking 'bout getting paid
Want 4PF, two hands full of bank
Maybe then I could afford happiness
Then again, nobody could meet those ends
Everything is fake (not real)
Everything is fake (not real)
Haha
Nighttime, in a fucking coupe
I might keep a pussy on me
Yeah, that's your fucking boo
They say "you know KUZA, yeah, he keep a fucking Ruge'"
Leave his body split
I don't think you understand this shit
We be moving through the trenches with them thirty fucking clips
Gotta keep it down cause they watching for the fucking house
Got the cops on the line, yeah, they watching for the hellhounds
Hell bound, with the pistol
That's a pound
Shed light on it, UV
Red flags green enough for me
One eighty-two, I can't blink
Lot to do, nah, can't risk sleep
Gotta pull strings, set stage
Marionette boy, how I move my dead weight
Three sixty-five, thinking 'bout getting paid
Want 4PF, two hands full of bank
Maybe then I could afford happiness
Then again, nobody could meet those ends
Everything is fake (not real)
Everything is fake (not real)
Red flags green enough for me
One eighty-two, I can't blink
Lot to do, nah, can't risk sleep
Gotta pull strings, set stage
Marionette boy, how I move my dead weight
Three sixty-five, thinking 'bout getting paid
Want 4PF, two hands full of bank
Maybe then I could afford happiness
Then again, nobody could meet those ends
Everything is fake (not real)
Everything is fake (not real)
Haha
Nighttime, in a fucking coupe
I might keep a pussy on me
Yeah, that's your fucking boo
They say "you know KUZA, yeah, he keep a fucking Ruge'"
Leave his body split
I don't think you understand this shit
We be moving through the trenches with them thirty fucking clips
Gotta keep it down cause they watching for the fucking house
Got the cops on the line, yeah, they watching for the hellhounds
Hell bound, with the pistol
That's a pound
Shed light on it, UV
Red flags green enough for me
One eighty-two, I can't blink
Lot to do, nah, can't risk sleep
Gotta pull strings, set stage
Marionette boy, how I move my dead weight
Three sixty-five, thinking 'bout getting paid
Want 4PF, two hands full of bank
Maybe then I could afford happiness
Then again, nobody could meet those ends
Everything is fake (not real)
Everything is fake (not real)
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Hayes
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