Hands On Lyrics

Yeah, why you sayin' you a gangsta, you ain't gon' stand on it

Yeah, how you touchin' all pape, ain't put your man's on it

Yeah, told her it'll get dirty, I put my hands on it

Yeah, say he got a good head, might put some bands on it

Yeah, still makin' these songs cause I got plans for it

Yeah, told her I could throw bands, but she gotta dance for it

Yeah, stopped fucking with them hoops, ain't have no chance for it

Yeah, tryna be worldwide, up in France, touring

Tryna be worldwide

Did this shit on my own so it's fuck the other side

Like, fuck them other guys

I call up Leeky, he gon' slide

You ain't bussin' out them windows, told him he can't take the ride

Selling hard

Like what you need, I could get that

Mama sliding me ten, I'm on the block, I'm tryna flip that

Ain't talkin' to a soul, niggas ratting, keep my name out the chit-chat

No chance, cause niggas die when they got hit where he got hit at

Headshot, why we keep them red dots

These addies keep me up, cause in my dreams, I see dead ops

He looked me in my eyes when he dropped, like, 'brodie, I ain't tryna die'

I would tell him he gon' make it, but no, I ain't tryna lie

Trauma

Yeah, why you sayin' you a gangsta, you ain't gon' stand on it

Yeah, how you touchin' all pape, ain't put your man's on it

Yeah, told her it'll get dirty, I put my hands on it

Yeah, say he got a good head, might put some bands on it

Yeah, still makin' these songs cause I got plans for it

Yeah, told her I could throw bands, but she gotta dance for it

Yeah, stopped fucking with them hoops, ain't have no chance for it

Yeah, tryna be worldwide, up in France, touring

You ain't ever seen no nigga bleedin' out

You ain't ever walk past alleys, scared, that nigga's creepin' out

He keep talkin' like he with that, somethin' we can see about

Say he smokin' on my guys, I swear that he ain't breathin' now

All that smoke, we breathe it out, we just tryna take this life in

I watched my momma fall in that struggle, livin' trifling

And I can't walk inside this fuckin' party, unless my pipe in

We just tryna play the game, but they keep strikin

Walk him down, put two in him, leave him lifeless

For some chains, took his life, and that was priceless

My brodie got back for the guys and got a life bid

This life enticing, but we ain't tryna die in it

Yeah, why you sayin' you a gangsta, you ain't gon' stand on it

Yeah, how you touchin' all pape, ain't put your man's on it

Yeah, told her it'll get dirty, I put my hands on it

Yeah, say he got a good head, might put some bands on it

Yeah, still makin' these songs cause I got plans for it

Yeah, told her I could throw bands, but she gotta dance for it

Yeah, stopped fucking with them hoops, ain't have no chance for it

Yeah, tryna be worldwide, up in France, touring