Honey Hands

I'm out here running. Yeah, it's my town
And people learn to recognize me
Yeah, I think it's funny. Word gets around
Bet you couldn't say it to me
Who pulls the strings?
Who got fancy things?
If you want it, then I get it. Like, go get it
This what you want? Yeah
To cut in front?
Well, if you're going to wish it better make sure that you twist it in me

Hey honey hands
Are you feeling lucky?
Gunning for the guts and glory
Trying to kill the king of hearts
Put a jack in its place
Hey honey hands
Your cuffs are bloody
High stakes, running duffel money
Want to weaponize your cards
Drawing nothing but blanks

Dirty chips and muscle, gone underground
Reaching for the sway above you
Hot, short game hustle keeps you around
Until you fold to pressure around you
You want a piece? Ooh
You want the beast?
Every crumb makes you so vicious Mmm, delicious
Who's got the clout?
Whose name in your mouth?
Well, if you're going to spit it, better make sure that you swish it for me

Hey honey hands
Are you feeling lucky?
Gunning for the guts and glory
Trying to kill the king of hearts
Put a jack in its place
Hey honey hands
Your cuffs are bloody
High stakes, running duffel money
Want to weaponize your cards
Drawing nothing but blanks

Dark past, whiplash when you
Look back, too fast running
So get in the car, get in the car, get in the car
Why so antsy? Raise me, honey
Late fees, lazy money
Well, show me your cards, show me your cards, show me your cards
Fold

Hey honey hands
Are you feeling lucky?
Gunning for the guts and glory
Trying to kill the king of hearts
Put a jack in its place
Hey honey hands
Your cuffs are bloody
High stakes, running duffel money
Want to weaponize your cards
Drawing nothing but blanks



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Wadell
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