Other hand Lyrics

On the other hand

Me and my brother

I ain't never ran

I'm with my brother man

Tryna count these rubber bands

Nigga on a under hand

I can make a

Came Up

They thought that I couldn't

Bitch I'm a dog

All my opps is just pussy

Brand new 4 pound

I call that bitch lil Nicky

Dumb in the pot

I cook shit up ridiculous

All my bitches

Know just how to play they role

Eff'n In the cell

Guess a nigga gotta play the phone

All these niggas

Thinking that they hot

I just light the stove

Brody treat the opps Just like snot

He gone wipe a nose

When it's smoke

They gotta read about it

I done seen these niggas starve

While you eat around'em

Yeahhh

Nigga try the gang

We put feet around'em

If he don't get no money

Then he can't be around me

I'm too cut to ever need a bandage

An my momma raised a Gangsta

Ion need a band aid

Niggas try sides

When they get to switching

Watch'em turn to bitches

Eff'n get the switches

I ain't nothing like'em

Baby I said I'm that nigga

Always been the same

Yeah Daedae beda realest

Yeahhh Ugh

I come to Tommy's

And I catch a body

I got too many hoes

Bitch don't stress about me

On the other hand

Nigga I ain't never ran

With my brother man

Counting up these rubber bands

Off a under hand

Bet I make a summer jam

Came a long way

My first song was summer tan

Came Up

They thought that I couldn't

Bitch I'm a dog

All my opps is just pussy

Brand new 4 pound

I call that bitch lil Nicky

Dumb in the pot

I cook shit up ridiculous

All my bitches

Know just how to play they role

Eff'n In the cell

Guess a nigga gotta play the phone

All these niggas

Thinking that they hot

I just light the stove

Brody treat the opps Just like snot

He gone wipe a nose

That's your crib

Bet I run up in it

Every whip I'm in, got a gun up in it

That's your bitch

Ain't no thinking when I run up in it

Ima disrespectful nigga

Leave a son up in it

I be hot up in this bitch

Like the sun up in it

All these niggas act like bitches

I be son'in niggas, yeahhh

Son of Sam, an they getting taxed

Nigga disrespect the gang

Best believe they getting whacked

I just dive on they block

Then I'm getting back

Somebody died on they block

They ain't getting back

Up on the opps

Ain't no getting back

Nigga disrespect the gang

On my mom he getting snapped

On the other hand

Nigga I ain't never ran

With my brother man

Countin up these rubber bands

Off a under hand

Bet I make a summer jam

Came a long way

My first song was summer tan

Came Up

They thought that I couldn't

Bitch I'm a dog

All my opps is just pussy

Brand new 4 pound

I call that bitch lil Nicky

Dumb in the pot

I cook shit up ridiculous

All my bitches

Know just how to play they role

Eff'n In the cell

Guess a nigga gotta play the phone

All these niggas

Thinking that they hot

I just light the stove

Brody treat the opps Just like snot

He gone wipe a nose