One hand

[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