HANDS DIRTY ft. LOUDIENE Lyrics

We ain't did nothing wrong together, we can't sit on the throne together

Crime stopper, these niggas police ain't the fuck, I'm in that wide body, I don't want no fuckin' Bentley truck

These niggas hiding bout it, pullin' on they block and lift em up, I'm servin' brown, Bobby call Louskino Tupac, hit em up

I'm on calumet off Percocet , just left the chase, I'm poppin' checks

Florida boy, I got the jwett, imma clear that bitch, no hit or miss

I'm rentin' every stove out in my hood, see who can whip the best

If she got good license, I'm finna load her up, give her a test

Off this rapping made my mama proud, i ain't outchea kickin' doors

In 2023, Atlanta, say that I can tote my pole

I damn near died off all them fantas, I swear drank startin' to get old

A brick of drank the same as gold, if you got rank, you better not fold

When they tryna stop me, it was a 14-30

Me and Deezy slide' off the 30 with the 30

My hands dirty, but I keep that shit cleaner than my abuela

Macaroni hit you', now your head turnin' mozzarella

Chain shinin', that bitch look like Mr. Clean did the setting

Fuck his attitude, choppa leave him in that same mood

Pop a Percocet, soldierin' with my super villain shit

I feel like joker in this coupe, cause I'll shoot him in his shit

With that switchy lost, gravity, and sent his ass up

First monkey on the moon, crash, dummy buffoon

It's a hundred thousand in that black truck

Hundred shots in that black truck

Rockout and Taydoe in the back truck

And you know they ready to hack up

Percocet, it give me thunder like I'm Pikachu

Headshot a opp, his obituary, say peek-a-boo

That's a eye for an eye

If he die, then he die

We gon' slide, we gon' slide

Homicide, homicide