Right Hand

Yeah, by the way, we blood brothers Yeah, kill a mothafucka Shedidia, doobie, doobie, doobie, doobie Boy, I ain't playin' with a nigga Yeah, I'm gettin' money So what the fuck you sayin', lil' nigga First of all, I wanna tell my mama that I made it I ain't talkin' bout my real mother, talkin' bout my mama, yeah, Mercedes That's gon' make a lot of niggas mad, but I don't give a fuck, cause I am crazy On the daily, better pay me for reactions Pow, pow, pow, they like, what happened Number loud, that's what we passin' You gettin' too loud, that's when we blastin' Do the math, we out here cashin' Spent a lot of money on this Rolex Hold throwin' ass, nigga, hold that I go to war, nigga, don't sweat You go to war, don't come back Nigga in the whip, don't own that I'm in the whip, I own it Pull out the dick, she own it Whole lotta shit, whole lotta shit, I'm on it I wanna get to the bonus So I'm in the streets to the money I gotta get to the money Nigga, you wanna be me, nigga, down it Don't think about your woman She make the dick, come on it You call in, fuckin' up the moment But alright then, GB, that's my right hand I'm prepared to die then, if you go excite him We been at tight end, all our life been fightin' This is, you should mind it I mean, you should mind yours I been in her hydrant Hi, I need the visin' Your face be in my high beam They hate to see the nice thing, so I keep up the buy-in That slut creates a crime scene That's her brother, now she cryin' Rude boy, the mother should guide me Sold a couple drugs and then I started rappin' Last nigga ran me down, you know it ain't that tragic Made a pussy disappear, now you can say it's magical Since the day I told my daddy I would make it happen Rollin' blunts back to back, I'm laced with one of em Hittin' bitches back to back, but ain't no lovin' em They askin' where I'm at because I'm duckin' em Ain't no cuffin' em, ain't no trustin' em I'ma show her both balls and make her accept em Shorty nothin' like I'm all she's so affectionate These other niggas farts ain't so irrelevant I'm somethin' like a dog, I want a relative And I can make a couple cars and have a better bitch I'm talkin' royal type of thing, a Cinderella chick The type, the one, the type of nigga that can sell a brick The type, the one, the type of nigga that can mellow zip Now I can finally buy designer talk in real fashion Gucci denim, throw a fleece on with my thriller jacket Any nigga want to smoke, then we can get it crackin' I'm a blood, you know I mean that, we can get it brackin' Another city, you won't catch me and there ain't no lackin' Fake Gucci could've sworn you had a rental jacket Gucci down, Versace down, ain't no Louis fabric I'm a gangster, only 20, I don't do no cappin' But alright then, GB that's my right hand I'm prepared to die then, if you go excite him We been at tight end, all our life been fightin' This is you should mind it, I mean you should mind yours I've been in her hydrant, how y'all need to vice it Your face be in my high beam, they hate to see the nice thing So I keep up the buy-in, that slut creates a crime scene That's her brother, now she cryin' Rude boy, the mother should guide him Sold a couple drugs and then I started rappin' Last nigga ran me down, you know we in the truck Made a pussy disappear, now you can say it's magic Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen To my granny and my mama, ain't no cappin' Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen