paroles de chanson Right Hand - SkipSkool

I see you lurkin' watchin' my stories
Tryn' figure where I am

But really you a fan
Cant believe I lost my right hand (How?)

Its Four 2 the Eight, the whole gang be geekin'
Feds tryn' prove how I move an them boys be creepin'

I see you lurkin' watchin' my stories
Tryn' figure where I am

He a fiend for the grams
Cut you off now you a whole Stan

Its Four 2 the Eight, the whole gang be geekin'
Feds tryn' prove how I move an them boys be creepin'

MC's in my DM
Tell 'em I don't want no features
All these baddies on me tell 'em I don't need no leeches

Im on stage an im jumpin' round looking like Im having a seizure
Opps schemin' you don't wan jump in the deep end

Cheffin' dealin' All my G's that's some Demons

All my brothers seen grievance

From the gutter we was dreamin'

Strip club session

But i don't spend im collectin'

Press 'em Work 'em

All my bitches puttin' work in

Civi spottin, keep 'em guessin'

Beat the case got 'em stressin'

I Run it I ain't even stretchin '

No flex my freedom a blessing

Feddis come through an they askin'

But I ain't see shit, what happened?

Play the field like madden

Never Snitched Never Ratted

I see you lurkin' watchin' my stories
Tryn' figure where I am

But really you a fan
Cant believe I lost my right hand (How?)

Its Four 2 the Eight, the whole gang be geekin'
Feds tryn' prove how I move an them boys be creepin'

I see you lurkin' watchin' my stories
Tryn' figure where I am

He a fiend for the grams
Cut you off now you a whole Stan

Its Four 2 the Eight, the whole gang be geekin'
Feds tryn' prove how I move an them boys be creepin'

Trapstar the fiends want an encore
In the backyard bury bricks of raw
Court next month but my laywer sure

I'm walkin free no stressin
No witnesses no confessions
But the DA wan correct me
Bando Boolin with the besties

How you movin decievin
Now I heard that you plottin and weepin
Man it sound like a whole new season
An I thought I was out I was dreamin

I Fell out wit some G's
An' now they want smoke
Gimme the beef aint no vegan

Cause all of em broke
Addicted to coke
Im drippy to give em a reason

I see you lurkin' watchin' my stories
Tryn' figure where I am

But really you a fan
Cant believe I lost my right hand (How?)

Its Four 2 the Eight, the whole gang be geekin'
Feds tryn' prove how I move an them boys be creepin'

I see you lurkin' watchin' my stories
Tryn' figure where I am

He a fiend for the grams
Cut you off now you a whole Stan

Its Four 2 the Eight, the whole gang be geekin'
Feds tryn' prove how I move an them boys be creepin'