Left and Right

Left and right, niggas fake left and right Left and right, bitches fake left and right Left and right, 5-0 waiting left and right Left and right, power moves left and right I left I was right ain’t cookin’ shit, empty crock pot Lookin’ at the clouds like where’s my clout? I need a jackpot Why you niggas starin’ we ain’t friends no Migos Takeoff Know you bitches scary won’t do shit, no they won’t pop off Unlike yo bitches titties, in the city, in the city In the inner city where I be, tank is never empty Here’s a penny ‘nother penny don’t say shit, body plenty Read em’ like comic strippings, palm itching, reading sinning Only shot you take is Henny, Instagram, Snapchat plenty Swear ya winning waiving semi’s bitch I’ll rear end you to Semi See my fucks stay on empty like it’s missing Ghost Of Christmas Fuck some women yeah bad bitches, see this meat? Quite expensive All these towels but ain’t no dishes it ain’t drippin’ then I’ll miss it Like my carpet like my dishes wet and drippin hard to fit in Like an Outkast swear her fit is more expensive than thirty Benjamin’s Vader, Black Panther, Black Mamba nigga venomous Left and right, niggas fake left and right Left and right, bitches fake left and right Left and right, 5-0 waiting left and right Left and right, power moves left and right Left and right, niggas fake left and right Left and right, bitches fake left and right Left and right, 5-0 waiting left and right Left and right, power moves left and right Shit Aw man, these dirty south boys are a problem Ay homie you need some help The menace diminished society TMP puttin’ niggas in the IV league On another liquid sub that promethazine Put that ass to sleep, won’t ash the weed Was poor A to Z, no anti-freeze, cold wind debris, 180 speed Crashed the thing, them Toyo tires wasn’t TRD Survive the thing 2012 12 put 20 in 12, Ay homie you need some help Ambidextrous, might pull up with the left wrist On some nice shit, Kyrie Irving ‘Saiah Thomas No plot twist, twist the cap off my Sprite quick Make dirtier than Zatarain’s sip, make my mind trip The chance of some acid rap lifts, I hear ad-libs Hit you in yo abs so hard you think this Black Lip Bastard with the long dick, killed you in the open Like it’s open season a pothead, what your smokin I’m a finger rolling, sinner blowing, smoke signal never snoring ‘less I’m pourin’ up She came to fuck yo girl out here hoeing What you holding on? It’s by a thread leave that mess on read Unless it’s bread don’t need no hand out shit I’ll take instead I’m like my phone on silent she’s drowning I Boogie with Devil With a hoodie, skittles, two gallons, some ounces pedal stool Petty wildin’ snaps sent to you, don’t bother dialing We’re crossfaded drowsy on the kitchen island we’re fucking losing balance And that’s a promise you better come stronger Than you and that bitch bond is nigga