Hands Tied lyrics

by

Louie Ray



[Intro: Louie Ray]
(MCD, sh*t)
Ahh, okay, Lou
What we doin'?
Yeah, cup cost a lot, make me question why I sip
It's Louie and Lou (I'm tryna figure out why I'm into this sh*t, this sh*t crazy)
Cup cost a lot (Why we in this sh*t?)
Why? Ayy (Why I do this sh*t?)
Gram, okay

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Cup cost a lot, make me wonder why I sip
Went OT to scoop ten, but brought a hundred on the trip
My young n*ggas wild and reckless, goin' a hundred up the strip
I don't want his baby mama, he 'bout to get his mama hit
You want pape', f*ck with me, you know I get a lot of it
I'm high in the crib, bro, I can't get out of it
Last month, blew eleven racks on juice, gotta quit
I ain't layin' up f*ckin' all night, I'm kinda quick
Six lines in a two-liter, not a nick
I might pull up on you with an E or two, not a brick
Ran through half of one, my n*gga get 'em off a ship
Huh, bustin' through the coat, ain't have to bring it off the hip
I got F&Ns, K shells and sh*t, not a switch
I sleep with a chopper on the floor, layin' by it
My word all a n*gga got, that's why I stand by it
This my tеrritory over here, don't put your hand by it
So in a rush to cook thе dope for bro, I got it pan-fried
[Chorus: Louie Ray]
Thumbin' through it, bro, my hand tired
Thumbin' through it, bro, my hands tired
Thumbin' through it, bro, my hands tired
I'm thumbin' through it, bro, my hands tired

[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
Yeah, I'm thumbin', but my hands tired
Nah, this ain't calico, n*gga, this a landslide
You ain't do sh*t to them n*ggas when your mans died
n*ggas get hit when them doors on the van slide
Ever see that load get wrapped before a takeoff?
Wrap it up one time, then hit it with the steak sauce
Vaseline, pepper, and I hit it with the hot sauce
'Cause if it get caught, then the smell throw the dogs off
Huh, n*gga, meet me in the club, have a ball-off
Nah, n*gga, I ain't Humpty, I don't fall off
Sold a whole half a chicken, now the balls off
I don't give a f*ck I'm sick, I don't call off
Leave the club with a lil' b*tch, blew the walls off
And she got that ass c*cked back like a sawed-off
Don't forget the b*tch sucked di*k and blew the balls off
Put the shark in the b*tch, damn near blew the jaws off (Lou Gram)

[Outro: Lou Gram]
Shifters, shifters, shifters
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