Hands Own (feat. LilBeno, Drego & Nuk)

She just picked me up and slopped me off

I just told her stop right here to drop the package off

You aren't really in these streets, boy, knock if off

Or I'll have my killers pull up and knock you off

I got that nine with that thirty, call me curry breeze

Hunnid round drum on it with a fuckin' beam

Take the knife off that bitch, cut 'em like Wolverine

These pussy **** soft, they don't want no beef

Watch your circle, wait for the bubble, you know the time right

Auntie told me to stick to the money, stay out the limelight

When you playin' in that field, know your nine rights

Put a thirty on this bitch to get 'em nine hype

I did damn near touched a ten in like nine nights

Jumped off the porch, I forgot what that pine like

Hunnid and eighty days stayed down, what your grind like?

The only time I call so she can show me what her mind like

I'ma catch the bag, she gon' get freaky for me

Don't talk about that bag if that bitch mediocre

I done took this bitch and turned her to a stuffer

Take these thousand pills, get 'em to Kentucky

Spot hot as hell but we still trappin'

Bitch, this off pill action

Two hunnid beans a week, I got pill action

Slowed up but we still trappin'

I'ma hit the road, I got two stuffers

I'm the quarterback, I got 'em route runnin'

Hand you this bag, you bet' not fumble

Coupe and street the mob, I'm the head honcho

She suckin' through the jeans, she a head hunter

All I care about is them blue hunnids

I heard that you be capin', you don't move nothin'

AR, hunnid rounds, it'll move somethin'

Auntie call my phone said she got blues for me

**** think she sweet, said I'm on the news or somethin'

Had to move the spot 'cause you know the block jumpin'

Go get the wood out 'cause you know the ops comin'

'Cause we not runnin', **** mad 'cause his thot fuckin'

Money real long like my clip, I will drop somethin'

Put that red beam on his face, chicken pop somethin'

Any beef that I got in, I am not runnin'

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