Lyrics Left Hand Layup - $lim Gucci

This a left hand layup
Where we going? Way up
Tell that bitch to stay up waiting
Never late for wake up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up

I got 99 problems, but they all up on my dick
Know I had to come up, been the fucking youngest since the sticks
But that never stunted my stunting
Ducking at the fam function
Throw a prayer up, Nick Young it
Gutter stay gunning, run it, hunnid, love it

These bitches not in my plans
Yet I hit it again
Another goodbye in the wind
Another odd day on the trend
Poppin on Tiktok, think you had been hot
But you ain't sad that you can't read a wristwatch
Bop it on head, now he dead like beat box
Holla at the C Stop

This a left hand layup
Where we going? Way up
Tell that bitch to stay up waiting
Never late for wake up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up
Wake Up