Tulooo Fresh - HANDS ON

I go bananas on everything I put hands on
My niggas they hands on they pullup and play you a sad song
I got the pack home u know I put my mans on
Put this shit on my backbone
They ain't know I was that strong world finna get smashed on
Fuck is u smoking that's too strong
Fuck yesterday nigga move on
Walk on the beat with some boots on
I give that pussy a tombstone
They be like Tuly u too strong
Nigga wat kind of shit you on
No lookin Back nigga , pressing forward
U want the real nigga press record
She getn naked & wetter more
I think she wanna impress the boy
I learned my lesson I'm better my Boy
I spit this shit likea veteran boy
I having shit u could never afford
Her feet to the sky her head to the floor
She looking right she telling me sure
Colombian white I'm really that pure
I go bananas on everything I put hands on
My niggas they hands on they pullup and play you a sad song
I got the pack home u know I put my mans on
Put this shit on my backbone
They ain't know I was that strong world finna get smashed on
Fuck was I thinking I'm out of my mind
Ain't no such thang as u stopping my grind
Told em Im great know they thought I was lying
Don't call my phone just know that im fine
U trieda play with my mind
I hada make up my mind
I hada stay on my grind
Wait til I get in my prime
I gota stay with a 9
Run up on me u just wasting ya time
Watch ha taste it when I put it in ha
I'm the greatest I put money on it
All this cake got me money hungry
Allat fake shit I don't condone it
Allat shit it was for the moment
I go bananas on everything I put hands on
My niggas they hands on they pullup and play you a sad song
I got the pack home u know I put my mans on
Put this shit on my backbone
They ain't know I was that strong world finna get smashed on

Written by:
J'Kein O'Neal

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