Hands Off Lyrics

If life is a movie, I'm ready to fast-forward to the credits

No matter what I do good, I still get fucked over, I don't get it

It seem like nobody love me, I should hold on, but I rather dead it

We were together for four years, waiting, just for you to go and spread it

Have it open for a new guy, shit, what's his name?

Never thought I'd feel so insane

Have me stalking your ass, don't know why you live in my brain

There's a rainbow at the end of the storm, but I'm getting tired of the rain

To be frank, what's the chances you would actually care if I'm gone

And that goes for anyone, cause with y'all I feel no love, I feel so alone

My heart cold, there's no one to hold

I know I'm young, but I'm scared for when I'm old

I can have all I want, whether it's diamonds or it's gold

But I'll never be happy if I'm walking solo down this road

Yeah

But do y'all even get that?

Yeah

Aye, aye

Whoa

I said

Whoa, I said

Woah, yeah

Good sex, no stress, one boo, no ex

Small circle, big checks, getting money so I flex

Getting money till I'm gone

Getting money till I'm gone

Getting money till you're gone

Bro calling my phone, he tryna get looked up

Told the bitch back up, I'm finna get tricked up

On this shit going so hard, and I say that on my name

And I say that on my gang, got no time for the fame or the fakes

Little bro wanna turn up, but he a snake

Slithering around like he won't get his fucking brakes

Pulled up on him, yeah, we gon' pull up to his place

Shooting out the hood, we gon' do it to him, ayy

Running up this shit like we running up this track

Got these people following me, yeah, follow my back

Got your ass and that's on the fucking gang

When it's Lil' J, man, he don't fucking play

Got these different flows that'll blow your fucking mind

Man, I'm so versatile

You don't even know it's the same song from the beginning

Give me a medal, bitch, I'm winning

So many different flows, you gotta pause to fucking hear it

Listen to a whole album, it's like changing different FM shows

You never know what you get, it might be loud on the next

And then sad on the other one, cause I'm the fucking goat

You knew that shit from the gun

Name another dude who can do it as clean as me

Name another dude who can be so versatile

Name another dude like Lil' fucking J

That's on my gang, triple seven don't play, bitch