
Right Hand ft. PM Annon & Dieom Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2020
Lyrics
Breaking news
He may never make it back to you
Get a clue
We do not just do this for the views
My right hand jumping
My right hand jumping
My right hand jumping
My right hand jumping
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines we gon' skunk them
I done been the nigga running and the one they running from
Crazy ass 14 year old with a loaded gun
Movies taught a nigga that a killer get the screenplay
Looking at it now we made a scene Spike Lee way
Don't be mistaking all my verses for an open case
The day that I'm a rat is when they put the dirt upon my face
I do not fold under pressure
These niggas be telling all just for a biscuit
Even without a tinder
One swipe and we will get him hit
Right hand jump
Struggle make a boy man up
Light a mic stand up
Bitch got a ass too plump
Cash got my pockets too stuffed
Bitch in white like Ku Klux
I brag a little too much
But that's what happens when you ain't have none
I could turn a nun out, make your bitch spot my little club house
803 gang bring your blood out
Chain on me gon' bring the flood out
God told me don't bring that gun out
Man I should've listened
Cause tonight might end up on that damn television
Breaking news
He may never make it back to you
Get a clue
We do not just do this for the views
My right hand jumping
My right hand jumping
My right hand jumping
My right hand jumping
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines and I'm dumping yours
Touch mines we gon' skunk them
What your right hand carry
Something you find scary
Something that might lead to someone getting buried
Death don't care who she gon' marry
She ain't selective
Pull that trigger, beg repentance
Cause I had to use my weapon
I would die for my respect
You'll die if you reach for a neck
Couple killers killing for a check
Don't get checked
Don't get bled
Touching homies means the end
Right hand jumping like a trampoline
A champion, a damn machine
PM and Envy mean to bring the end of scene, yeah
Right hand holding green and cheese like we was bagging groceries
Toe tagging beats and stacking hits you won't believe
Come and see the artistry we keeping in the 803
Underrated, underpaid, our right hands reach for everything