With My Hands lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)
n*gga, you be tryna eat the pus*y, I be tryna sell it
You know what it is with me, I'm goin' out with my weapon
Bigfoot, Godzilla, ask around, we be steppin'
The police come, we gotta run, I got the gun and I'm a felon

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Out on bond with cases pendin', I still got my gun with me
Man, n*ggas mad I'm gettin' to it, always got them funds with me
I remember days I was broke, man, that sh*t ain't fun, n*gga
Now it be hoes that I don't know that really love a n*gga
They see I'm gettin' to it
Go grab your gun and ride around, this that blick music
n*ggas don't want no beef with us 'cause we get straight to it
And I don't be tryna talk to hoes, but if I'm tryna get some pus*y, I let the pape' do it
I'm tryna see if I can count a million cash with my hands

[Verse 2: IAMTK Peso]
It ain't sh*t to bust a rubber band
Pull up to your block, rock it out like it's at Summer Jams
I don't understand how n*ggas broke but got a hundred bands
This spot like Insta, brodie ran through a hundred grams
Better tell that boy to chill, hopefully you don't see your son again
"Pe, what would you be if you wasn't him?"
Still gettin' money, f*ckin' all these n*ggas' hoes, never one of them
She can't believe it, never seen a n*gga like him
Can't wait to see these n*ggas' faces when they see me in a Breitling
Dodgin' indictments, doin' the dash with the blicky with no license
Found out I'm f*ckin' her friend, she mad she wasn't invited
Huh, I'm tryna see if I can count a million cash with my hands
Out of town hittin' hoes I'll probably never see again
Play with me and be deceased, we'd never meet again
Chopper sittin' in the seat, TeeJaee let me see the Benz
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Ayy
Man, pockets bulgin', I'm in the mall splurgin'
I ain't no trick, but I'll pay a b*tch for her service
Man, you could throw me in that trap, I show you how to work it
Throw me in the jungle with the lions, I'll show you somethin'
I'm tryna-I'm tryna see if I can
Shift the fully with one hand
And she gave me some head and then I f*cked, that wasn't even in the plans
I don't like jumpin' in the crowd, brodie been shot one of the fans
Man, real gang member, I be on some gang sh*t
n*gga, I'm a hater, I'll take it if your chain hittin'
Man, you the type to buy the b*tch back from me, you a lame n*gga
Hundred shots on the AR, I ain't even gon' have to aim with it, n*gga
Your ho basic, I'd never touch that b*tch
We gon' sell 'em how we got 'em, boy, you know we touch them bricks
Man, you ain't ready for this sh*t, if you is, let's take a hit
Man, I know Peso ridin' with me when it's time to pull a skit

[Verse 4: IAMTK Peso]
Look, you got some real money, n*gga, spend that sh*t
Been a pit, hittin' n*ggas' b*tches since I been a kid
If it's a blitz, step me bro runnin' up on you with the stick
If it's a lick, we leavin' out with everything we can get
Free Zel, I'm on the phone with him like, "You ain't missin' sh*t
No matter when they let you out, n*gga, we still gon' be rich"
Checkin' opps off the list until none of 'em exist
I still wanna f*ck, but let me see if this hundred to hit, huh
When sh*t get started, we the ones that pop it off
Bro like Collins, tryna catch a body when he in that hall
I got n*ggas fightin' cases like they ready for that dog
I ain't let her see the pape', she still let me in her jaws
Huh, sh*t, make it clap, round of applause
n*ggas go broke and all they hoes run to us to leave 'em lost
Can't be a worker all your life, you gotta wanna be a boss
You gotta want to turn a crib to a mansion or that AP to a loft
Heard it's money on my head, it must not be enough
They ain't keepin' up, we've been scorin' like who D and up
Ain't no beef with us, we in sh*t soon as we see it's up
If I don't like him, my n*ggas gon' ice him like he leavin' Hutch
[Outro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)