Left ft. Al the Punisher Lyrics

Uhh, DoubleO

Pass that fucking blunt to the

Pass that fucking blunt to the left, to the left

Killing shit, we put it in a box to the left

If you ain't bout running up this guap, you get left

Bad bitches shake yo body, from the right to the left

Pass that fucking blunt to the left to the left

Killing shit we put it in a box to the left

If you ain't bout running up this guap, you get left

Bad bitches shake your body from the right to the

Niggas want smoke, and they turn to a opp pack

You niggas is broke, and you ain't got no options

We come to your spot and we cleaning it up, how we carrying mop sticks

The life and times of you, your book get thin as soon as the plot thickens

Just say the word, and if it's up then it's stuck and we getting to plot digging

I just want get to the cake, and I know I just ate but its really just not filling

And they think you a lame, when we mention ya name, it's a name that they not feeling

You think you lit, but that dream dead and what I mean is it's not living

They think that they up next, think it's up for me

These niggas must be baked like Ziti

The plot armor all on me, that mean there's no defeating

Pass that fucking blunt to the left, to the left

Killing shit, we put it in a box to the left

If you ain't bout running up this guap, you get left

Bad bitches shake yo body, from the right to the left

Pass that fucking blunt to the left to the left

Killing shit we put it in a box to the left

If you ain't bout running up this guap, you get left

Bad bitches shake your body from the right to the

Trying to deal with a nigga, they having a pow wow

They hate me in public, in private they bow down

Got a sexy red bitch, and I took her pound town

She moan everywhere, I call it surround sound

I'm eating penne ala vodka, with a margarita

I call a eater, then call again. cause it's hard to reach her

I come over with xxl, and order pizza

I think she fuck with me

But I question her motives, because there's nothing free

I pass my blunt to the left, and then it come back to me

9 millimeter all on me, that means you niggas bleeding

Pass that fucking blunt to the left, to the left

Killing shit, we put it in a box to the left

If you ain't bout running up this guap, you get left

Bad bitches shake yo body, from the right to the left

Pass that fucking pot to the chef

Killing shit, I put em in a box with the rest

Any body want it with RS, they get stretched

I told my Uber driver take a right, and then a left