Handbomb ft. Yung Drezzy Lyrics

Yo bitch give me head at a stop light

She stroking that shit get yo mind right

Yo pass me the blunt it's my time Enter the door like I'm prime time Ayy, siempre soy loco

Estoy aquí

Mota fumando

Voy así

Yerba buena

En la sistema

Ayy mami

Ven aquí

We coming for you

We coming for this

Just give me yo shoes

I'll put you in a ditch

I'm coming for you

Ima go steal yo bitch

You say that yo mans

But acts like bitch

You better go hide yo shoes

Cause you know I'm coming for you

You better go hide yo shoes

Cause you know ima go kill you, ayy

Aquí con mi compa leo

Manejamos el mustange

Siempre estoy con mi gente

Y vamos a rollieter

Back wood to the face

No one could relate

I keep going on so why everyone hate

I hit you with a bat

Yo face go splat

Now get the fuck out

I'll hit you in the mouth

Now let's go on let's go on

Riding in da Honda wit my dogs

Who can solve

Who can solve

Driving down the street and no one saw

Riding slow

With the 4

Lay a couple shots and I gotta go

Give me more give me more

Lay a couple bars and listen to the flow aye

I tried to be sentimental

But i got my pistol

I'm ducking around from the bottom

You let me down from the gecko

So don't even speak

I got demons inside of a bottle

I come with a thirty

This drink got me loopy and swervy

My girl got me acting all flirty

But she looking curvy

Her eyes drive me crazy

I'm learning

But she could be super observing

Her lips got me going in circles

And i'll get all chirpy

She got me all happy and dirty

I swear i'm a demon

I'm creeping

My life is a reason

Why I cannot be super certain

It's time for the win

Nigga time to go fast

Don't leave me in the room

I ain't ever coming back

Homie I ain't tryna argue

Don't tell me get the bag

Ima pull up to the party expecting my hunned grand

What the hell were you expecting

I could murder all your verses

I'm a demon if i say it

I'll make it before you learn it

Put the handbomb in

I don't wanna be important

The only way i'll make it

Don't you say it

Wait a minute homie

Said i'll hop on this song

Lemme start from the jump

I'm writing my thoughts cause I don't give a fuck

Is it harder to finish

It's easy to run

But what if it's me that's been holding a gun

Pound his face up, down

Never tell me size up

I'm a little bummed out

Why the hell you gotta run

But if i ever see you walking then you better get a gun

Homie i don't like your face

So i better have some fun

Seventeen, grown kid

Got the handbomb pimped

Took a fat bong rip

Got so damn high

Bought my ass two zips

Never doubt my shit

Slide around, Old whip

With a hot ass chick

Wife her ass up now

Give her all this dick

She's my whole damn smile

She look so damn thick

Take her ass back down

Put that letter in print

Always telling myself

She's forever my pimp

She a bomb tho

I tried to be sentimental

But i got my pistol

I'm ducking around from the bottom

You let me down from the gecko

So don't even speak

I got demons inside of a bottle

I come with a