RIGHTHaND

Yo listen up, listen up, listen up
If you ain't a bad b
If you ain't a fly nigga
If you ain't
If you ain't know how to stack a figure
Then turn this shit off
This shit is not for you
Uknowhatimsayin?
This this music right here?
This that
This that run up in your local corner shop
Steal £1000 out of the fuckin' 'till music
Uknowhatimsayin?
This that
This that run the red light music
Uknowhatimsayin?
This that
This that start a fight music
Uknowhatimsayin?
More bands on the fucking way yeah
Twenty Twenty Fuckin Four
Uknowhatimsayin?
Cobalt
This that RIGHTHaND shit yeah
Run that shit man
Ay ay
I make bad gyal blush
Baby girl don't
Baby girl don't rush
Hol'on, yo
Baby girl don't rush
I make bad gyal blush
Baby girl don't rush
We pull up to the club, no fuss
Da bouncers can't put hands on us
You don't even wanna know what I got in da truck
Hennessy closer to me than my right hand
Right hand sippin' on Tuss
Bad gyal told me she need me
I like dat even though it sound like lust
Spud my man, it don't mean dat I like man
I still find him sus
15 year old had da toy on us, never knew bout Toys R Us
She ain't know this Osbatt, this ain't Avirex
Big body Bentley, BBW
5% tint barely see me comin' through
Tings undress man
And they gon' neck man
Da ting dat ya textin' won't text back
No security, I still advise you to get back
Hey!
This shit gettin' serious
My notes come red like a tampon, period
White gyal in da pot, no purr or period
Nitties goin' delirious
Bad gyal, affi open that shit like a moshpit
I make bad gyal blush
Baby girl don't rush
We pull up to the club, no fuss
Da bouncers can't put hands on us
You don't even wanna know what I got in da truck
Hennessy closer to me than my right hand
Right hand sippin' on Tuss
Bad gyal told me she need me
I like dat even though it sound like lust
I just made a play in Bangkok
Wouldn't know that I used to sell crack rock
I was number 1 gettin' dem packs gone
Basically Neymar playin for santos
Baby girl, horned up, gimme a handjob
Spanish gyal, free yard, fuck when her dad's gone
Sick bitch, stay in her throat, Gaviscon
Got me the big bankroll
I'm on a roll
I got that pack on me at the MOBOs
I hope they ain't taking no photos
Hey!
Like who am I kidding?
They're taking their photos
Jùlio, he's so grown
I stay with LB
That's Eddz & Chef
I'm a South West Star
And a crackrock chef
AP, none of the gyal are dead
Gyal on me
I make bad gyal blush
Baby girl don't rush
We pull up to the club, no fuss
Da bouncers can't put hands on us
You don't even wanna know what I got in da truck
Hennessy closer to me than my right hand
Right hand sippin' on Tuss
Bad gyal told me she need me
I like dat even though it sound like lust