RIGHTHaND

Yo listen up, listen up, listen up If you ain't a bad b If you ain't a fly nigga If you ain't If you ain't know how to stack a figure Then turn this shit off This shit is not for you Uknowhatimsayin? This this music right here? This that This that run up in your local corner shop Steal £1000 out of the fuckin' 'till music Uknowhatimsayin? This that This that run the red light music Uknowhatimsayin? This that This that start a fight music Uknowhatimsayin? More bands on the fucking way yeah Twenty Twenty Fuckin Four Uknowhatimsayin? Cobalt This that RIGHTHaND shit yeah Run that shit man Ay ay I make bad gyal blush Baby girl don't Baby girl don't rush Hol'on, yo Baby girl don't rush I make bad gyal blush Baby girl don't rush We pull up to the club, no fuss Da bouncers can't put hands on us You don't even wanna know what I got in da truck Hennessy closer to me than my right hand Right hand sippin' on Tuss Bad gyal told me she need me I like dat even though it sound like lust Spud my man, it don't mean dat I like man I still find him sus 15 year old had da toy on us, never knew bout Toys R Us She ain't know this Osbatt, this ain't Avirex Big body Bentley, BBW 5% tint barely see me comin' through Tings undress man And they gon' neck man Da ting dat ya textin' won't text back No security, I still advise you to get back Hey! This shit gettin' serious My notes come red like a tampon, period White gyal in da pot, no purr or period Nitties goin' delirious Bad gyal, affi open that shit like a moshpit I make bad gyal blush Baby girl don't rush We pull up to the club, no fuss Da bouncers can't put hands on us You don't even wanna know what I got in da truck Hennessy closer to me than my right hand Right hand sippin' on Tuss Bad gyal told me she need me I like dat even though it sound like lust I just made a play in Bangkok Wouldn't know that I used to sell crack rock I was number 1 gettin' dem packs gone Basically Neymar playin for santos Baby girl, horned up, gimme a handjob Spanish gyal, free yard, fuck when her dad's gone Sick bitch, stay in her throat, Gaviscon Got me the big bankroll I'm on a roll I got that pack on me at the MOBOs I hope they ain't taking no photos Hey! Like who am I kidding? They're taking their photos Jùlio, he's so grown I stay with LB That's Eddz & Chef I'm a South West Star And a crackrock chef AP, none of the gyal are dead Gyal on me I make bad gyal blush Baby girl don't rush We pull up to the club, no fuss Da bouncers can't put hands on us You don't even wanna know what I got in da truck Hennessy closer to me than my right hand Right hand sippin' on Tuss Bad gyal told me she need me I like dat even though it sound like lust