CallMeShotti - Hands On Lyrics

Yeah, why you sayin' you a gangsta, you ain't gon' stand on it
Yeah, how you touchin' all pape, ain't put your man's on it
Yeah, told her it'll get dirty, I put my hands on it
Yeah, say he got a good head, might put some bands on it
Yeah, still makin' these songs cause I got plans for it
Yeah, told her I could throw bands, but she gotta dance for it
Yeah, stopped f*cking with them hoops, ain't have no chance for it
Yeah, tryna be worldwide, up in France, touring
Tryna be worldwide
Did this shit on my own so it's f*ck the other side
Like, f*ck them other guys
I call up Leeky, he gon' slide
You ain't bussin' out them windows, told him he can't take the ride
Selling hard
Like what you need, I could get that
Mama sliding me ten, I'm on the block, I'm tryna flip that
Ain't talkin' to a soul, niggas ratting, keep my name out the chit-chat
No chance, cause niggas die when they got hit where he got hit at
Headshot, why we keep them red dots
These addies keep me up, cause in my dreams, I see dead ops
He looked me in my eyes when he dropped, like, 'brodie, I ain't tryna die'
I would tell him he gon' make it, but no, I ain't tryna lie
Trauma
Yeah, why you sayin' you a gangsta, you ain't gon' stand on it
Yeah, how you touchin' all pape, ain't put your man's on it
Yeah, told her it'll get dirty, I put my hands on it
Yeah, say he got a good head, might put some bands on it
Yeah, still makin' these songs cause I got plans for it
Yeah, told her I could throw bands, but she gotta dance for it
Yeah, stopped f*cking with them hoops, ain't have no chance for it
Yeah, tryna be worldwide, up in France, touring
You ain't ever seen no nigga bleedin' out
You ain't ever walk past alleys, scared, that nigga's creepin' out
He keep talkin' like he with that, somethin' we can see about
Say he smokin' on my guys, I swear that he ain't breathin' now
All that smoke, we breathe it out, we just tryna take this life in
I watched my momma fall in that struggle, livin' trifling
And I can't walk inside this f*ckin' party, unless my pipe in
We just tryna play the game, but they keep strikin
Walk him down, put two in him, leave him lifeless
For some chains, took his life, and that was priceless
My brodie got back for the guys and got a life bid
This life enticing, but we ain't tryna die in it
Yeah, why you sayin' you a gangsta, you ain't gon' stand on it
Yeah, how you touchin' all pape, ain't put your man's on it
Yeah, told her it'll get dirty, I put my hands on it
Yeah, say he got a good head, might put some bands on it
Yeah, still makin' these songs cause I got plans for it
Yeah, told her I could throw bands, but she gotta dance for it
Yeah, stopped f*cking with them hoops, ain't have no chance for it
Yeah, tryna be worldwide, up in France, touring