"Right Hand" lyrics
Life too short
Too short
Life too short so I'm slidin' with a stick
Before I touch the mic, lil bitch I touch the brick
Hit Laudiano back, nigga this a hit (Laudiano)
Bitch I been shot at, thank god I ain't get hit
My old bitch used to tell me, bravo you ain't shit
Now when I be out everybody want a flick
And you ain't seen me around 'cause I been going through some shit
And the way you niggas switch, I swear to god it make me sick
Sent my brother packs when he sent me in his list
Fuck knees deep, I'm waist deep in this bitch
Kill the whole henn' I'm wasted in this bitch
And I'm praying but I feel like satan in this bitch, damn
Look, I hope he ain't in this bitch
Got a all white fit like cocaine in this bitch
One week you love me, then hate me and shit
And then you hate me and shit, its like
I ain't with the mind game, nigga said it was they time
Guess that ain't this time frame, that's why you won't see him
Bitch you must be blind, damn
Dark Cartier's, you would think I was a blind man
Got to much on my mental, baby I ain't been right and
Sometimes we be fuckin', and sometimes we be fightin'
Shawty love when I beat it up, when she holdin' on to that nightstand
For real, I ain't goin' lie I love it too
Fuck them hoes I fuck with you, don't lie to me just tell the truth
I been on my p's and q's wasn't gettin' bread at school
I had to do what hustlers do, look
And I'm addicted to the money, so just tell me what you fuckin' with
Ain't fuckin' with these suckas 'cause I swear then on some buster shit
Always watch my back, I ain't the type to trust a bitch
Keep my head up in the game, I swear I fell in love with it
Lemme get this cash and run with it, bitch yo bitch goin' run with me
I thank god that I'm okay, if he don't open up I'ma hop the gate
How death not up in my way, 'cause I'm too young to see my grave
Love money, love weed, I know money love me
My past tryna haunt me, my past hella ugly
I hope that shit don't catch up, these snitches goin fess' up
I write with my left but, I swing with my right hand
Hit you with that banger if you swingin' at my right hand, nigga
Ay, yeah my right hand
If you swingin' at my right hand
Swinging at my right hand
Too short
Life too short so I'm slidin' with a stick
Before I touch the mic, lil bitch I touch the brick
Hit Laudiano back, nigga this a hit (Laudiano)
Bitch I been shot at, thank god I ain't get hit
My old bitch used to tell me, bravo you ain't shit
Now when I be out everybody want a flick
And you ain't seen me around 'cause I been going through some shit
And the way you niggas switch, I swear to god it make me sick
Sent my brother packs when he sent me in his list
Fuck knees deep, I'm waist deep in this bitch
Kill the whole henn' I'm wasted in this bitch
And I'm praying but I feel like satan in this bitch, damn
Look, I hope he ain't in this bitch
Got a all white fit like cocaine in this bitch
One week you love me, then hate me and shit
And then you hate me and shit, its like
I ain't with the mind game, nigga said it was they time
Guess that ain't this time frame, that's why you won't see him
Bitch you must be blind, damn
Dark Cartier's, you would think I was a blind man
Got to much on my mental, baby I ain't been right and
Sometimes we be fuckin', and sometimes we be fightin'
Shawty love when I beat it up, when she holdin' on to that nightstand
For real, I ain't goin' lie I love it too
Fuck them hoes I fuck with you, don't lie to me just tell the truth
I been on my p's and q's wasn't gettin' bread at school
I had to do what hustlers do, look
And I'm addicted to the money, so just tell me what you fuckin' with
Ain't fuckin' with these suckas 'cause I swear then on some buster shit
Always watch my back, I ain't the type to trust a bitch
Keep my head up in the game, I swear I fell in love with it
Lemme get this cash and run with it, bitch yo bitch goin' run with me
I thank god that I'm okay, if he don't open up I'ma hop the gate
How death not up in my way, 'cause I'm too young to see my grave
Love money, love weed, I know money love me
My past tryna haunt me, my past hella ugly
I hope that shit don't catch up, these snitches goin fess' up
I write with my left but, I swing with my right hand
Hit you with that banger if you swingin' at my right hand, nigga
Ay, yeah my right hand
If you swingin' at my right hand
Swinging at my right hand
