Cross Ya Left

(Like, where does he put hands?)

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Somebody down, they pull on side it

We in the cars, we ain't high

Somebody down, they pull on side it

All that fakin' cost your life

We want them heads, so bitch, we slide it

Pop two Percs, back to back

I love the feelin', I be flowin', but still with it, still on picture

Clutchin' my glizzy, the whole city act like they with it

Everybody killin', this shit ridiculous

I'm out my mind, I be trippin'

Fakin' if you're tryna hit shit

Give me a reason, I bet I'll do it, I'm too influenced

Who the fuck gon' ride for you in that jam?

Then you stuck, don't give a fuck

I'ma blow my gun, bitch, I'm trained to buzz

I told you, test your luck

Make the wrong move, you bite the dust

I'm out here thuggin', need a son

Next month, I'm 21, I'm finna splurge on me some guns

This glizzy clap and lose your son

Get in my lane, then you're done

We undefeated, we on the run

Keep it comin', we east your slump

Body bass and money runs

We on the block, got hella rounds, make everybody lay it down

Got 40 shots, my brother got another 30

Like Stephen Curry, we put up buckets, hang my jersey

We in the cars, we ain't high

Somebody down, they pull on side it

All that fakin' cost your life

We want them heads, so bitch, we slide it

Pop two Percs, back to back

I love the feelin', I be flowin', but still with it, still on picture

Clutchin' my glizzy, the whole city act like they with it

Everybody killin', this shit ridiculous