Left Hand Lyrics

Aye (Rockstar, Rockstar)

Gang-gang-gang (Rockstar, Rockstar)

Finatic (Rockstar, Rockstar)

Im So Slimee (Rockstar, Rockstar)

Uh

Left hand fucked up

But, i'm still writin' on the pad

She borin', she ass

Kick out the bitch, tell her, "pack her bags"

You said, "you was lookin' for us?"

Bitch, you know where we at

Like, why these lil niggas be actin'?

Talk on the gram, get turned to a caption

And, lil bro' be on some cap shit

He'll get wiped, clean like a napkin

These bullets gon' smack him, backhand

Shoot upfront, i'ma open his backend

And, Shu be stompin' niggas out, my Youngin' a Savage

My son Doomut put his ass to sleep, now he nappin'

That lil bitch hot, lava

I'm deep in her guts, grabba

I got shot, I went thru trauma

Spin like a DJ, I don't like Drama

Lil bro' don't want no problems

He'll get banged, with the knocka'

In the dark, creepin' like a possum

Aim at his bubble, get shit poppin'

Zara jeans, i'm tuckin' the Glock in

He'll get leaned, leave shit rockin'

Heard he was plottin'?

Hit in his head, his shit throbbin'

Like a pussy, he a pussy

Come thru they Court and i'm bangin' at rookies

That shit chunky, i'm in her cookie

Cops be dickridin', tryna book me

Slide thru, Swervin' like A Boogie with a Hoodie

And, he'll get put in a bag, if he try to bookie'

I'll leave a nigga stuck like a booger

Open his scalp, his shit gushin'

Pull up on niggas, then, I get the pushin'

I ain't a killer, bitch, don't push me

Have you fasten, i'm a Muslim

Uh

Wake up, brush my teeth, then, cook up

I am a pothead, i'm cooked up

I pray to Allah and look up

Cuz', I know Nannie watchin' me

Traumatized from gettin' shot, I wont let it bother me

But, deep down inside

I know that shit really bother me, honestly

Baby, don't you lie to me

Cuz', i'm big on honesty

Said, "they was gon' ride for me"

Man, they ain't gon' slide for me

What if I had died?

Them niggas was jus gon' cry for me, uh

My Left hand fucked up

But, i'm still writin' on the pad

She borin', she ass

Kick out the bitch, tell her, "pack her bags"

You said, "you was lookin' for us?"

Bitch, you know where we at

Like, why these lil niggas be actin'?

Talk on the gram, get turned to a caption

And, lil bro' be on some cap shit

He'll get wiped, clean like a napkin

These bullets gon' smack him, backhand

Shoot upfront, i'ma open his backend

And, Shu be stompin' niggas out, my Youngin' a Savage

My son Doomut put his ass to sleep, now he nappin'

(Uh, uh)

(Gang)

(Uhhhhh-uhhhh, uh-uhhh)

(Uhhhhh-uhhhh, uh-uhhh)