"Underhand" lyrics
(feat. FEB Larro)
(Alright, [?] Cartier)
[Calboy:]
Bitch, I've been that nigga, how you ain't heard of that?
Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand
Might fuck the ho, don't trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans
I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band
Don't put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand
At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand
When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands
I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head
Uh
Ayy, fuck nigga play them games, no, he ain't stoppin' shit
Yeah, ask bitch, "Wanna play crazy?", she ain't stoppin' shit
Yeah, we ain't just sayin' [?] rich, these niggas be opposite
Ayy, my dawg won't get him out the way, these niggas ain't stoppin' shit
Ayy, we had to smoke in the streets, my niggas won't speed, they think it's chicken, ayy
I did a dodge in a foreign, took 'em on a high speed, I ain't want no tickets
Shorty, I'll go everywhere, won't trip for my opps, them niggas bitches
I got hit 'cause I stood on the business, I can't [?]
Bitch, I've been that nigga, how you ain't heard of that?
Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand
Might fuck the ho, don't trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans
I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band
Don't put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand
At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand
When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands
I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head
[FEB Larro:]
The way that I be sendin' hits, bitch, I just feel like taliban
I be poppin' all these Percs, sometimes I feel like Peter Pan
I put [?] up on they head, I know that he won't breathe again
He won't ever spin again and spin again, we finish him
We be all up on the seal, all them Glocks, they came with switches
I can't really trust these hoes, won't put my heart up in these bitches
All these niggas, they be talkin' 'til we run up, touch that [?]
I made a promise to my niggas, I won't change up on them trenches, bitch
[Calboy:]
Bitch, I've been that nigga, how you ain't heard of that?
Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand
Might fuck the ho, don't trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans
I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band
Don't put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand
At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand
When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands
I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head
Uh
[Calboy:]
Bitch, I've been that nigga, how you ain't heard of that?
Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand
Might fuck the ho, don't trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans
I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band
Don't put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand
At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand
When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands
I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head
Uh
Ayy, fuck nigga play them games, no, he ain't stoppin' shit
Yeah, ask bitch, "Wanna play crazy?", she ain't stoppin' shit
Yeah, we ain't just sayin' [?] rich, these niggas be opposite
Ayy, my dawg won't get him out the way, these niggas ain't stoppin' shit
Ayy, we had to smoke in the streets, my niggas won't speed, they think it's chicken, ayy
I did a dodge in a foreign, took 'em on a high speed, I ain't want no tickets
Shorty, I'll go everywhere, won't trip for my opps, them niggas bitches
I got hit 'cause I stood on the business, I can't [?]
Bitch, I've been that nigga, how you ain't heard of that?
Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand
Might fuck the ho, don't trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans
I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band
Don't put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand
At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand
When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands
I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head
[FEB Larro:]
The way that I be sendin' hits, bitch, I just feel like taliban
I be poppin' all these Percs, sometimes I feel like Peter Pan
I put [?] up on they head, I know that he won't breathe again
He won't ever spin again and spin again, we finish him
We be all up on the seal, all them Glocks, they came with switches
I can't really trust these hoes, won't put my heart up in these bitches
All these niggas, they be talkin' 'til we run up, touch that [?]
I made a promise to my niggas, I won't change up on them trenches, bitch
[Calboy:]
Bitch, I've been that nigga, how you ain't heard of that?
Slap in that truck at what you want, this shit come on demand
Might fuck the ho, don't trust the ho, that bitch got OnlyFans
I swear my stick came with a drum like I play for the band
Don't put in work, get left behind, I hope you understand
At grandma house, I swear my dope, I serve that underhand
When I was young, I dreamed of paper plates and rubber bands
I ride with my nigga Murda, I sent 'bout four shots, hit his head
Uh
