Hands Swole

Lyrics
[Chorus: T.Y.] Shit I like to get high to the point it feel like I can fly It's just what it is I don't know why I don't bossed up on so many niggas ran through so many hoes Counting money til' my hands swole [Verse 1: T.Y.] Ain't nothing but a mother fucking G thang Rolling up this weed while my nigga Paul swangin H-Town flossed out, bitch I get around Tipping on fours yea a nigga comin' down Excuse my paint 'cause my shit super wet Light hit the flakes watch em shine like baguettes Son of a Gangsta mother fucker you gon' respect I'm young, but I'm more than a vet I gets money hoe And all this thumbing through these hundreds they make my hands swole I got a whip that bitch could sit high and low Pinky rings and thumbs nigga you know how we roll I hear a lot of shit but I don't ever see it though Bussin them moves, 'cause I gotta fill up some shoes But Imma lace 'em, and watch a nigga walk through Never showing no love to a bopper And you better watch who you call your patnas [Chorus: T.Y.] Shit I like to get high to the point it feel like I can fly It's just what it is I don't know why I don't bossed up on so many niggas ran through so many hoes Counting money til' my hands swole [Verse 2: Paul Wall] All I do is smoke kush, stunt and get money 10 racks all 20's count 500 Drank thicker than some honey it ain't never running Diamonds brighter than 3:00, my neck look sunny I hit I-10, H-Town to New Orleans Full of marijuana and lean, (?) Hit the scene, go gleam I'm muddy as a stream Getting paper no strings, and share with the team I never been a hater 'cause I'm player made Top down no shade but never throwing shade I gotta get out and get it 'cause it ain't nothing free The only thing free to a playa is the penitentiary 3-2 said it best, Cadillac on the crest T.Y. and Paul Wall on a quest A real hustler in the flesh One time for all my patnas in the crest We smoking satellite, blessed Never stressed [Chorus: T.Y.] Shit I like to get high to the point it feel like I can fly It's just what it is I don't know why I don't bossed up on so many niggas ran through so many hoes Counting money til' my hands swole
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Wall
- T.Y.