Hands Dirty ft. Tez Lyrics

Dripping running puddle flood

Hands dirty out the mud

Mob ties know plugs

No favors no fucks

More bottles more blunts

Hard knock so what

Mil walkie more bucks

Ain’t stopping good luck

They shooting

They clapping

They dumping

They busting

They fiending

They reaching

They itching

For something

I peep it I notice

They nature they motives

They vibe is corrosive

Cant save em

They hopeless

Jordan’s

Joggers

Jewelry

Jest

Palm pilot

Pimp shit

On fire shit's lit

Life’s hard

So’s dick

Same side didn’t switch

I’m ace

Rico snitched

Short brown smart thick

Get money my bitch

Big drip from a big fish

That catfish get fish fried

Devils playground be to lit so nowadays don’t shit slide

Get yours and I get mine

With that said I got no prob

Taking it where you wanna go

But sometimes I go too far

Dripping running puddle flood

Hands dirty out the mud

Mob ties know plugs

No favors no fucks

More bottles more blunts

Hard knock so what

Mil walkie more bucks

Ain’t stopping good luck

Dripping I’m dripping I’m dripping

Shit on my wrist got me froze guess I’m cold as a bitch

I know some young niggas lit

I was down bad on my dick they ain’t help out with shit

They see what I do and they go try to copy

Only fucked her one time why she stalking me

My Lil bro called my phone said he proud of me

Got to get it all means know it’s bound to be

I go where he go and she go where we go

I pull up big body that tint be illegal

I hit on my teacher can’t fuck wit no leaches

You know when we come we bringing go reefer

I call her she be there

She ain’t do me no good gave her back to the streets I ain’t need her

Use to be in the bleachers

They ain’t want to believe in a nigga I swear I been eating

Pole right beside me and twelve right behind me

If I do the dash I don’t think they can find me

I’m one of the hottest might get a lil cocky

But bitch I’ll be damn I might take off yo noggin

I like how I spice it up

Got the gang right behind you know dat my niggas don’t give a fuck

I really run it up

That lil nigga he worried about me he know imma eat him up

Use to sleep on the floor then

Now I’m staying in buildings and looking at places to go in

I’m always gone go in

I ain't never been pussy I come from the gutter fear no man

These niggas be flexing wit no band

Print on her ass like a suntan

Shot my first pistol at redans

Shout out my nigga 4 seasons

Dripping running puddle flood

Hands dirty out the mud

Mob ties know plugs

No favors no fucks

More bottles more blunts

Hard knock so what

Mil walkie more bucks

Ain’t stopping good luck