Wash My Hands

Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef] Uh, huh, huh, flamin' this gas up Pants, huh, huh, skrt [Chorus: Chief Keef] Flamin' this gas up, pullin' my pants up Nigga you fanned up, runnin' them bands up Clip hold 30, give a lil nigga a whole chop Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise You wanna get some money, nigga likewise I gotta wash my hands Don't inform me if it ain't 'bout bands [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Kept up, smoking lettuce Gotta grind the dopey, every time I step out Yessir, we gon' camp out Make them blocks wavy, like we goin' fishin' Yo hoe up in my Rarri catchin' this vibe Me and my niggas never switch sides Big .45 I don't care, if you 6'5 You ain't gotta know it's on me to get striped She feelin' lucky, she sendin' the charm A summer day, oh no, it's snowin' I'm in that turbo, oh no, it's foreign She came to the pad, oh no, she's drawn [Chorus: Chief Keef] Flamin' this gas up, pullin' my pants up Nigga you fanned up, runnin' them bands up Clip hold 30, give a lil nigga a whole chop Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise You wanna get some money, nigga likewise I gotta wash my hands Don't inform me if it ain't 'bout bands [Verse 2: BobbyRaps] Uh, yeah, I don't use CashApp, uh, got my cash up, uh My grandpa's a nice guy, I'm his grandson Uh, fed up, yeah, no I ain't fed up I'm just gettin' that gravy, ok, come and catch up I blow tooka like it's hookah, but I'm not from Lebanon I just pulled up in that old school drop top, 1991 And I gave you my whole heart, but I'm not the only one Praise that fire to forget, watch it rise like the sun Now I'm Charmander, lit up like jack o'lantern Oh, I have no fear, my heart's a chandelier You just tried to commandeer, but I still persevere Keep that iron, I keep that steel That ain't beef, that shit's veal All this dirty money in my hands, I need to rinse them All this purple on me right now, I'm like a Prince fan That girl gave me brains like a bird, she go hard like the Tinman I'm in, uh, outer space like I'm on The Jetsons These boys ain't my sons, ain't even my sons; They're my step-sons Don't do nothin' foolish, take that L, learn that lesson Yeah, I go arch-nemesis, turn to Megatron That's your baby momma? Turn her crib to a traffic stop I do what I want and I get what I want I need all the bread, I don't like bread, I like croissants Hit the club and I'm Rain Man, idiot savant In the cut, I'm in the spaceship smokin' mids with your mom [Chorus: Chief Keef & BobbyRaps] Flamin' this gas up, pullin' my pants up Nigga you fanned up, runnin' them bands up Clip hold 30, give a lil nigga a whole chop Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise You wanna get some money, nigga likewise I gotta wash my hands Don't inform me if it ain't 'bout bands