Hands Down Lyrics

Fuck all the pretty shit I'm ball cap gritty

City of brotherly thugs we aint all that friendly

Every day of the fall an all black Dickie

If I left the gun at home we can brawl Jack Dempsey

Rub a little coke on my tips to crack empties

Hustle and I motivate niggas just ask Nipsey

Miss me wit that wishing star shit we pitching raw fish

Pick up 50 switch the car bitch I'm rich n lawless

Venting through this pencil what I been thru

Hit the hardest since the war my mental scarred

District tryna stick a charge

But I'm 2 steps ahead how I move next to feds

Crack the white bitch open like a Hue Hefner spread

Killers come when you sleep even goons wet the bed

And right where you live is where you left for dead

You fucking with the hands-down gangster

Its way more than muscle when they can't out think ya

Coming from the gutter and they planned I'd sink there

But I ducked under kept rumbling and flat out ranked them

I ain't tryna make a hit I'm doing grimy records

Still punching niggas in they face like it's 97

Still slid past security with a tiny weapon

And I got my feet up on the couches in the dining section