Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Left Hand, artist - Reason. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Left Hand |
| Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect |
| Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect |
| Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect |
| I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin' |
| Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no) |
| Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah) |
| Y’all don’t really want the smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah) |
| Y’all don’t really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah) |
| Look, I need new shit only, drink no codeine (No) |
| Bringin' protein, strapped like Gully |
| Where I’m from, look, Top Dawg, Top Dawg |
| Wait, home team, home team |
| Got a ho but your hoes is a whole team |
| Fuck a bitch and her friend and they both leave |
| Y’all niggas always talkin' like your hoes |
| Always actin' like your hoes, always dressin' like police |
| God damn, served a couple lil' rounds then they buggin' my phone like a |
| motherfuckin' pussy |
| Yeah, whoopty black, ayy |
| Workin' through it like a phase |
| Drunk and high, vision hazy |
| But still seein' through the fake shit, REAS' |
| Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect |
| Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect |
| Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, perfect |
| I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin' |
| Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no) |
| Y’all don’t really want smoke (No, no, no, no, woah) |
| Y’all don’t really want the smoke (No, woah) |
| Y’all don’t really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah) |
| Yeah |
| REAS' (Trippy) |
| Ayy |
| Yeah |
| Send niggas back up for trips |
| I hear a shot when I walk, these niggas actually miss |
| It’s like I’m workin' on it with my ex, you know I’m back in this bitch |
| Niggas came from the crack gettin' flipped |
| There was crack verses in a nigga songs |
| Push a bid and I done grown, uh |
| Zhiloh shoppin' for a home, uh |
| Niggas starin' at the throne |
| You know you made it when hatred is buildin', my enemies get along, yeah |
| Gossippin' over the phone, yeah |
| Ain’t even did nothin' wrong, yeah |
| Well, shit, maybe that be the problem |
| never stress, feed no drama |
| My circle tighter than the top of a bottle |
| Work for it, never cry though |
| Built the blueprints for the come up, come study the model |
| I’m gettin' head from a model |
| She feel like it’s an investment, I gotta respect it |
| NDA given, she signed it in seconds, a hunnid bands, so I hope she neglect it |
| and tell it all |
| Niggas ain’t better, let’s bet it all |
| I learned some trade secrets, 'bout to leak it, go back to the hood, |
| give a seminar |
| I learned the difference from legends and G.O.A.T's off of one-hour session |
| with Kenny, yeah |
| I learned the difference from hoes and a queen, from the moment me and Nesha |
| been apart |
| I was livin' dark, I was in a vault |
| Havin' different thoughts, I was down bad |
| I was written off, bad vibes in the air, feelin' like I went to pick 'em off |
| I ain’t have a couple pennies, now I’m gettin' pennies on dollars for niggas |
| thoughts |
| She wanna swallow my dreams, spit it back at me, and frankly I’ma lick it off |
| My, my, shit changed |
| What you think a nigga workin' for? |
| She don’t need no money |
| So this head that I’m gettin' ain’t personal |
| All part of the game, livin' easy but it hurts to go |
| Money comin' with the fame |
| Put your money on the game |
| REAS' |