"Wipe My Hands" lyrics
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
Growin' up, nigga, he ain't get no love
When you need some, call me, I'm pickin' the phone up
When I needed them, nobody showed up
Kept a smile on my face even though I was fucked up
Know I'ma dump my Glock like a dumb truck
Used to creep at night, tryna clean a nigga face up
Put a pussy-ass nigga some makeup
Ain't gon' lie, my nigga, I hate love
'Cause it ain't been shit, but fake love
Ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank dear God
All the niggas we shot up and robbed
Look, I ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank my mama
'Cause she'd have been there through the drama
If you ever switched up, gotta thank you too
I don't wipe my hands, I'm through
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
We used to mask up just like the Ku Klux
Prayin' my sketch don't ever get drew up
Burners all up in this whip like a food truck
No matter where I'm at, bitch, I'm throwin' that deuce up
Feelin' some type of way? Nigga then do some
Still at the candy house gettin' the cool cups
We hit they block up, bro went home and threw up
Feel like 2z Picasso, 2z Mozart
'Cause I don't call this rappin', I call this my art
I ain't givin' no shit like my name rolls apart
All this time at the crib, I feel like Tony Stark
Like a car with no gas, nigga better not start
This hoe ugly with ass, I might hit her in dark
I get bored and I go blew a few racks at parks
I blow stupid nuggets, I'm still very smart
These sticky ass nuggets, can't tear 'em apart
Got the heart of a lion with the eye of a shark
We ain't have no car, we was catchin' a dart
And I stuck with my brothers like Lisa and Bart
Ain't no nigga the father of me like Mari
I'ma fuck this hoe good, her ass fatter than Ivy
First gun was a Smith, nigga, no Mike Lowrey
Laws get behind me, I burn off like Shikari
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
Growin' up, nigga, he ain't get no love
When you need some, call me, I'm pickin' the phone up
When I needed them, nobody showed up
Kept a smile on my face even though I was fucked up
Know I'ma dump my Glock like a dumb truck
Used to creep at night, tryna clean a nigga face up
Put a pussy-ass nigga some makeup
Ain't gon' lie, my nigga, I hate love
'Cause it ain't been shit, but fake love
Ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank dear God
All the niggas we shot up and robbed
Look, I ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank my mama
'Cause she'd have been there through the drama
If you ever switched up, gotta thank you too
I don't wipe my hands, I'm through
I'm through
Shave the hair off my head, 'cause I'm ballin', Kyrie
Demons all in my head, least they tellin' the truth
If it was ever fuck me, it was fuck you too
Boy, you ain't really crazy, I'on care what your bitch say
Bro got a phone, we don't talk through the JPay
Bet I go get to that green like I'm AJ
These niggas really be bitches, Shanaynay
I looked this game right in the eyes and I marry it
And then I went met with the plug at the Mary
I put this shit on my back and I carry it
I put my heart in the ground and I bury it
If I said I'm gon' do it then nigga, I did that
I knew the bread come with beef like a Big Mac
Just keepin' it business, I'on do all the chit-chat
Half of these rap niggas rap with a big hat
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
Growin' up, nigga, he ain't get no love
When you need some, call me, I'm pickin' the phone up
When I needed them, nobody showed up
Kept a smile on my face even though I was fucked up
Know I'ma dump my Glock like a dumb truck
Used to creep at night, tryna clean a nigga face up
Put a pussy-ass nigga some makeup
Ain't gon' lie, my nigga, I hate love
'Cause it ain't been shit, but fake love
Ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank dear God
All the niggas we shot up and robbed
Look, I ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank my mama
'Cause she'd have been there through the drama
If you ever switched up, gotta thank you too
I don't wipe my hands, I'm through
Growin' up, nigga, he ain't get no love
When you need some, call me, I'm pickin' the phone up
When I needed them, nobody showed up
Kept a smile on my face even though I was fucked up
Know I'ma dump my Glock like a dumb truck
Used to creep at night, tryna clean a nigga face up
Put a pussy-ass nigga some makeup
Ain't gon' lie, my nigga, I hate love
'Cause it ain't been shit, but fake love
Ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank dear God
All the niggas we shot up and robbed
Look, I ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank my mama
'Cause she'd have been there through the drama
If you ever switched up, gotta thank you too
I don't wipe my hands, I'm through
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
We used to mask up just like the Ku Klux
Prayin' my sketch don't ever get drew up
Burners all up in this whip like a food truck
No matter where I'm at, bitch, I'm throwin' that deuce up
Feelin' some type of way? Nigga then do some
Still at the candy house gettin' the cool cups
We hit they block up, bro went home and threw up
Feel like 2z Picasso, 2z Mozart
'Cause I don't call this rappin', I call this my art
I ain't givin' no shit like my name rolls apart
All this time at the crib, I feel like Tony Stark
Like a car with no gas, nigga better not start
This hoe ugly with ass, I might hit her in dark
I get bored and I go blew a few racks at parks
I blow stupid nuggets, I'm still very smart
These sticky ass nuggets, can't tear 'em apart
Got the heart of a lion with the eye of a shark
We ain't have no car, we was catchin' a dart
And I stuck with my brothers like Lisa and Bart
Ain't no nigga the father of me like Mari
I'ma fuck this hoe good, her ass fatter than Ivy
First gun was a Smith, nigga, no Mike Lowrey
Laws get behind me, I burn off like Shikari
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
Growin' up, nigga, he ain't get no love
When you need some, call me, I'm pickin' the phone up
When I needed them, nobody showed up
Kept a smile on my face even though I was fucked up
Know I'ma dump my Glock like a dumb truck
Used to creep at night, tryna clean a nigga face up
Put a pussy-ass nigga some makeup
Ain't gon' lie, my nigga, I hate love
'Cause it ain't been shit, but fake love
Ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank dear God
All the niggas we shot up and robbed
Look, I ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank my mama
'Cause she'd have been there through the drama
If you ever switched up, gotta thank you too
I don't wipe my hands, I'm through
I'm through
Shave the hair off my head, 'cause I'm ballin', Kyrie
Demons all in my head, least they tellin' the truth
If it was ever fuck me, it was fuck you too
Boy, you ain't really crazy, I'on care what your bitch say
Bro got a phone, we don't talk through the JPay
Bet I go get to that green like I'm AJ
These niggas really be bitches, Shanaynay
I looked this game right in the eyes and I marry it
And then I went met with the plug at the Mary
I put this shit on my back and I carry it
I put my heart in the ground and I bury it
If I said I'm gon' do it then nigga, I did that
I knew the bread come with beef like a Big Mac
Just keepin' it business, I'on do all the chit-chat
Half of these rap niggas rap with a big hat
Let me tell you a story 'bout a real H2 thug
Growin' up, nigga, he ain't get no love
When you need some, call me, I'm pickin' the phone up
When I needed them, nobody showed up
Kept a smile on my face even though I was fucked up
Know I'ma dump my Glock like a dumb truck
Used to creep at night, tryna clean a nigga face up
Put a pussy-ass nigga some makeup
Ain't gon' lie, my nigga, I hate love
'Cause it ain't been shit, but fake love
Ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank dear God
All the niggas we shot up and robbed
Look, I ain't gon' lie, I gotta thank my mama
'Cause she'd have been there through the drama
If you ever switched up, gotta thank you too
I don't wipe my hands, I'm through
