Hands On
Lyrics
I'm so hands on
One of a kind I can't be no clone
Yea these niggas mediocre
I got this shit under control like a remote controller
Yea rosing through the ranks getting to the bank
Going hard in the paint still sharper than a shank
Fresher then crest dress to impress
Spitting game at his best got hella finess
Everywhere I go you know flex
Any nigga try to test I put em to rest
Son of a gunna I'll leave em a mess
Any nigga cross that line and bet I step
Go above and beyond try to cash a check
All the time I stay on the grind got to get them racks
Its ya royal highness yea the don
Every time I stay on the grind
Uh huh Im steady getting it
Trying to cop something off the dealership
Something magnificent
I smoke that strong Valentino cologne
Just chopped a bad bitch and I got her alone
Been did it all from pimping hoes to kicking doors
I been through it all most times friends turn to foes
I can't trust a soul majority of these bitches hoes
And I can't be no toad I'm out searching for the gold
Yea I do my thang no I never been a troll
Got that grade A I ain't talking no honor roll
I don't stall none I get that money then I go
I'm on it every day man I'm trying to get a load
Remember when we was selling sacks and flipping packs
Now we smoking fat and flipping raps
Man who would of imagine that
Stacking my funds trying to get a Bach
Spend it then I get it back
Go to the mall and buy the whole rack
Stay on my hustle no I never lack
Yea yea shit I need them racks
Yea I need the weed to calm me down
Cuz I be on it like a hound keep it coming every round
No I'm never backing down I'm trying to get it all in a day
And I ain't worrying about nothing I'm just tryna to get paid
I'm so hands on
One of a kind I can't be no clone
Yea these niggas mediocre
I got this shit under control like a remote controller
Yea rosing through the ranks getting to the bank
Going hard in the paint still sharper than a shank
Fresher then crest dress to impress
Spitting game at his best got hella finess
Everywhere I go you know flex
Any nigga try to test I put em to rest
Son of a gunna I'll leave em a mess
Any nigga cross that line and bet I step
Go above and beyond try to cash a check
All the time I stay on the grind got to get them racks
It's ya royal highness yea the don
Every time I stay on the grind
Uh huh I'm steady getting it
Trying to cop something off the dealership
Something magnificent
I smoke that strong Valentino cologne
Just chopped a bad bitch and I got her alone
Writer(s): Edward Mayes
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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