Hands Dirty
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Hands Dirty

A Different Jit۱۴۰۲۲:۳۳

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JT, we just dropped another hit

Like how I'm supposed to feel

My lil brother just got killed

Now we going kill for kill

I'm a walking meal ticket, I can't go on no more drills

I've been jumping out and splat, two in the front, two in the back

Driver got a handgun, Brodie back there with a mac

I hear a smacking man and it's that, nigga playin he get smacked

Brother separate me from evil, that's why I got love for Lil Yak

If you ask me the life I live, it's still a lose and lose

I get emotional every time they say fool get in the stu'

They ask me why Think bout Jr and want to hop out and shoot

But they don't want my hands dirty

I was young as fuck, small nigga, totin' a big .30

Look like curry on that court

I can march out I hit my man

But tell them free Jamell and Bort

All my opps was once my friends I promise they gon' feel this torch

I got flame, jumped off the porch

And me and bro, like Rick and Mort

I'm a hot nigga that make a hot nigga keep his cool

I'd rather sit home and masturbate, what these hoes think I'm a fool

My nigga legal but I trust myself I'd rather keep a tool

I've been standing out the way

Heard the raiders blitzed the block

Ever since my nigga died I put more grip on my Glock[Chorus]

Like how I'm supposed to feel

My lil brother just got killed

Now we going kill for kill

I'm a walking meal ticket, I can't go on no more drills

I've been jumping out and splat, two in the front, two in the back

Driver got a handgun, Brodie back there with a mac

I hear a smacking man and it's that, nigga playin he get smacked

Brother separate me from evil, that's why I got love for Lil Yak

If you ask me the life I live, it's still a lose and lose

I get emotional every time they say fool get in the stu'

They ask me why Think bout Jr and want to hop out and shoot

But they don't want my hands dirty

I was young as fuck, small nigga, totin' a big .30

Look like curry on that court

I can march out I hit my man

But tell them free Jamell and Bort

They don't want my hands dirty

They don't want my hands dirty