Left Hand
Ha
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Ha, ha
Let's go, let's go
Word, word
Word, word, word, word, word, word, word, word, word
BlocBoy, BlocBoy, BlocBoy
Up with the Glock and a nigga turn to Ty
Look at the Rollie, no tick tock
These niggas funny like Chris Rock
You face defeat like flip-flops
I'm in the hood with a whole bunch of animals
These niggas kids, give 'em Trix and some Danimals
Bullets, they eat 'em, my clip full of cannibals
Put you in the ground like I thought you were plantable
No, bet you can't steal my flow
No, nigga must think I'm a ho
No, you ain't got them shooters on go
No, choppa make a head spring
No, nigga, you a has been
I don't wanna rock it no more with your best friend
Speakin' of my best friend
I don't have a best friend 'cause I got a left hand
Crip, Crip
Yeah, ho
Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, yeah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yeah, ho
Left hand, left hand
Yeah, ho
East side Grape Street Grape Street Grape Street, left hand
Yeah, ho
That's on my mama
No, bet you can't steal my flow
No, nigga must think I'm a ho
No, you ain't got them shooters on go
No, choppa make a head spring
No, nigga, you a has been
I don't wanna rock it no more with your best friend
Speakin' of my best friend
I don't have a best friend 'cause I got a left hand
