Left Hand - Reason, Isaiah Rashad, Zacari

Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect

Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect

Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect

I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin'

Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no)

Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah)

Y’all don’t really want the smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah)

Y’all don’t really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah)

Look, I need new shit only, drink no codeine (No)

Bringin' protein, strapped like Gully

Where I’m from, look, Top Dawg, Top Dawg

Wait, home team, home team

Got a ho but your hoes is a whole team

Fuck a bitch and her friend and they both leave

Y’all niggas always talkin' like your hoes

Always actin' like your hoes, always dressin' like police

God damn, served a couple lil' rounds then they buggin' my phone like a

motherfuckin' pussy

Yeah, whoopty black, ayy

Workin' through it like a phase

Drunk and high, vision hazy

But still seein' through the fake shit, REAS'

Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect

Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect

Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect

I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin'

Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no)

Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, woah)

Y’all don’t really want the smoke (No, woah)

Y’all don’t really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah)

Yeah

REAS' (Trippy)

Ayy

Yeah

Send niggas back up for trips

I hear a shot when I walk, these niggas actually miss

It’s like I’m workin' on it with my ex, you know I’m back in this bitch

Niggas came from the crack gettin' flipped

There was crack verses in a nigga songs

Push a bid and I done grown, uh

Zhiloh shoppin' for a home, uh

Niggas starin' at the throne

You know you made it when hatred is buildin', my enemies get along, yeah

Gossippin' over the phone, yeah

Ain’t even did nothin' wrong, yeah

Well, shit, maybe that be the problem

never stress, feed no drama

My circle tighter than the top of a bottle

Work for it, never cry though

Built the blueprints for the come up, come study the model

I’m gettin' head from a model

She feel like it’s an investment, I gotta respect it

NDA given, she signed it in seconds, a hunnid bands, so I hope she neglect it

and tell it all

Niggas ain’t better, let’s bet it all

I learned some trade secrets, 'bout to leak it, go back to the hood,

give a seminar

I learned the difference from legends and G.O.A.T's off of one-hour session

with Kenny, yeah

I learned the difference from hoes and a queen, from the moment me and Nesha

been apart

I was livin' dark, I was in a vault

Havin' different thoughts, I was down bad

I was written off, bad vibes in the air, feelin' like I went to pick 'em off

I ain’t have a couple pennies, now I’m gettin' pennies on dollars for niggas

thoughts

She wanna swallow my dreams, spit it back at me, and frankly I’ma lick it off

My, my, shit changed

What you think a nigga workin' for?

She don’t need no money

So this head that I’m gettin' ain’t personal

All part of the game, livin' easy but it hurts to go

Money comin' with the fame

Put your money on the game

REAS'