One hand

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Ay, I'm fuckin' with this beat, this on some Sosa shit Catch my favorite opp out in traffic, standin' over him YSR Gramz, I remember they ain't notice him Lil bitch, I'm that nigga now Lil bitch, I'm that nigga now 20 grand, I remember stayin' in my momma house Now I'm tryna move my momma and my granny out they house Boy, you ain't on shit with that Glock How the fuck you have a gun and you got shot? How the fuck you 'posed to be gangster talkin' to the cops? Thug life, middle finger up, screamin' "Fuck my opps" My lil nigga only 16 bought a brand new yop He a snatch your Rollie off your wrist, you need a brand new watch I need some brand new thots, pour a four in my pop Nigga, shout out my ocks, nigga, free my pops One gun clean, the other one dirty I love my lil nigga, he shoot like Stephen Curry [Verse 2: ZelooperZ] One hand clean, one hand dirty One my nigga be working, one my nigga, he scurvy One hand clean, one hand dirty One my nigga, he working, one my nigga, he scurvy (One hand clean, one hand dirty) (One my nigga, he working, one my nigga, he scurvy) (One hand clean, one hand dirty) (One hand clean, one hand dirty) One hand dirty dee, one hand Listerine I switch flow on my arteries, paint real good but it hard to read If I fuck that hoe, can't see her chargin' me Oh, you a bad bitch and not a hoe? Pardon me Make it to the final scene, Keanu Reeves I ain't from Beecher but I brought sand to the beach Bitch tryna hop on back on the way to the moon, bit', get off of me All this smoke in here make it hard to see I ain't got no money, I just swipe and leave I can't these bitches tall as me For those who know me, that shit hard to see Scrapin' up dimes for Ramen noodles, that shit bothered me [?] crunch time Nestle, grind time, bitch I could teach you magic tricks, voila Piecin' hoes and piece em' straight together, that's a montage It get sticky in the abyss unless you lock this monster Take a sip and hit the spliff, it's 'gon improve my posture If I put it on the set, you gonna run into a mobster Knock a nigga noggin', now he spittin' out green iguana I'm just gettin' started, this the first part to the saga Block hot like a sauna, she 'gon sip me like some guava, yeah Keep a Keke Palmer, she keep dancin' like [?], yeah Bands like it's tribal, see it on my face like Tyson, yeah Tip toe in my hoe 'cause this ain't hikin', yeah Bit' 'gon 'head and hit the hay, you might as well You see me, I'm saved by the paint, most my nigga be saved by the bell You see my with a whole lot of rank, most these nigga tell whole lotta tales If you don't want no buyer tail, better do it by yourself