Testo Left Hand - Gucci Mane

Left Hand

Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch
Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t' got what I got
No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch
Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks
Gucci brought them bands out
You brought a lil cash out
Offsets they poke out
Interior smoked out
Homie you a peon
I’m riding European
Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Dion
Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn
My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on
In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded
Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy
When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer
I’m in the club throwin hun done’s
Smokin outta onions
Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna
Gucci be fresh like first day of school
Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool
Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do
Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew
Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci
And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee
And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually
Im super chillin but my money be the rudest
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