IIIXCTY - Left and Right Lyrics

Left and right, niggas fake left and right
Left and right, bitches fake left and right
Left and right, 5-0 waiting left and right
Left and right, power moves left and right
I left I was right ain't cookin' shit, empty crock pot
Lookin' at the clouds like where's my clout? I need a jackpot
Why you niggas starin' we ain't friends no Migos Takeoff
Know you bitches scary won't do shit, no they won't pop off
Unlike yo bitches titties, in the city, in the city
In the inner city where I be, tank is never empty
Here's a penny 'nother penny don't say shit, body plenty
Read em' like comic strippings, palm itching, reading sinning
Only shot you take is Henny, Instagram, Snapchat plenty
Swear ya winning waiving semi's bitch I'll rear end you to Semi
See my f*cks stay on empty like it's missing Ghost Of Christmas
F*ck some women yeah bad bitches, see this meat? Quite expensive
All these towels but ain't no dishes it ain't drippin' then I'll miss it
Like my carpet like my dishes wet and drippin hard to fit in
Like an Outkast swear her fit is more expensive than thirty Benjamin's
Vader, Black Panther, Black Mamba nigga venomous
Left and right, niggas fake left and right
Left and right, bitches fake left and right
Left and right, 5-0 waiting left and right
Left and right, power moves left and right
Left and right, niggas fake left and right
Left and right, bitches fake left and right
Left and right, 5-0 waiting left and right
Left and right, power moves left and right
Shit
Aw man, these dirty south boys are a problem
Ay homie you need some help
The menace diminished society
TMP puttin' niggas in the IV league
On another liquid sub that promethazine
Put that ass to sleep, won't ash the weed
Was poor A to Z, no anti-freeze, cold wind debris, 180 speed
Crashed the thing, them Toyo tires wasn't TRD
Survive the thing
2012 12 put 20 in 12, Ay homie you need some help
Ambidextrous, might pull up with the left wrist
On some nice shit, Kyrie Irving 'Saiah Thomas
No plot twist, twist the cap off my Sprite quick
Make dirtier than Zatarain's sip, make my mind trip
The chance of some acid rap lifts, I hear ad-libs
Hit you in yo abs so hard you think this Black Lip
Bastard with the long dick, killed you in the open
Like it's open season a pothead, what your smokin
I'm a finger rolling, sinner blowing, smoke signal never snoring 'less I'm pourin' up
She came to f*ck yo girl out here hoeing
What you holding on? It's by a thread leave that mess on read
Unless it's bread don't need no hand out shit I'll take instead
I'm like my phone on silent she's drowning
I Boogie with Devil
With a hoodie, skittles, two gallons, some ounces pedal stool
Petty wildin' snaps sent to you, don't bother dialing
We're crossfaded drowsy on the kitchen island we're f*cking losing balance
And that's a promise you better come stronger
Than you and that bitch bond is nigga