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