Good day hands clean

Verse 1

Smooth like lutha, puttin pussies in all positions karma
Sutra, goodnight babe roll up so i can blaze, like niggas
Didn't know I blow loud and flow tight, showin wack niggas
How to mack right, light up the next gotta text, some nigga
In a durango, wanted to tango, whats beef hatas that mean
Mug make me wanna geek, cause ima continue to chill with the
Crew, hand me a brew, girly got me sayin ohh la la , wantin
To feel your plasenta so she can say i feel ya, on my back
My dick solid like under cover brotha, word to your motha
Cause she fine too, who you got in them jeans, cause whats in
Them jeans is hella mean, the cream of the crop, cleaning your
Clock, if thats the case let me get a vodka no chaser, smashed
Then said see ya later, roll up and dip out, is mommy addicted
No doubt heard her say i was bomb from her own mouth, cruzin
Down the highway 5 0 passin my way i drive cool , im not a noob
Like ice cube today was a good day, yea this shit is my forte

Verse 2

Pulled in the drive way the days almost over, theres a car by the
Mower, who is this , shit if someones creepin im bout to be shootin
So i turn my bright lights off, lay low and drive slow, get out the car
Then dipped swift through the shadows crawlin through the window
, smellin like indo that potent, let me catch a nigga ill leave the neighbors
Chockin in gun smoke red beam with the black scope, dont get it twisted
Im from the back woods , where niggas carry hammers, to scatter niggas
Brain matter grabbed the tool, and stayed cool turned on the lights
Its my nigga matt with the fat sack and a blunt in his hand , shakin
His head sayin i dont understand..

Man what the fuck are you doin creapin around here like a goddamn ninja

Zeus

Verse 3

Hands clean but a nigga dirty ,12 30 blowin l's in the pits of hell
Crooked krackas in the 5 0, if you movin yola than you niggas betta
Ride slow, D E A connected to mr t a , while ash controls , the cash
From the cocaine game indecently, i got homies movin brittney, lean pills
Mean green straps in traps , makin green, damn feds watchin my nigga m
, clouds of loud no seeds or stems i ain't directin, nah im just well connected
Neva catch me talkin wrecklece, lo;;as round here ll leave a nigga dickless
If they catch ass snitchen,no askin just snatch em sks to the chest to rest
In pieces while you starrin down the pieces of there homie ,no lie killas reside on
The eye and lake st, smokin niggas like tree and cheech let the nina kiss ya
City full of gorillas and great apes makin moves under heat for high stakes, uh
(hands clean, but a nigga dirty 12 30 blowin L's in the pits of hell )2x