Lyrics

(Five, four, three, two, one) (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah) Yeah, let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah) I've been with the gangsters, bandanas (yeah) Hangin' out the window, let it bang For the right price, they'll do ya That's my right-hand man (right-hand man) We out in Shibuya, outside in Japan (yeah, Japan) Striped sweater on me like Krueger, huh, what's it to ya? Introduce you to my new gun, this Ruger in my pants (yeah) Let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah) I've been with the gangsters, bandanas (yeah) Hangin' out the window, let it bang These niggas be on treason, I swear that they switch I just needed a reason, already dug his ditch They say I'm on fire like a 19th century witch No snow when I blow up the wire, they think I'm 50 Cent, uh I've been hittin' stains, boo, you too? Let's be Bonnie, Clyde, fuck ya sayin'? We gon' be like Pablo Esco' We don't need no fuckin' middle man Let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah) I've been with the gangsters, bandanas (yeah) Hangin' out the window, let it bang For the right price, they'll do ya That's my right-hand man (right-hand man) We out in Shibuya, outside in Japan (yeah, Japan) Striped sweater on me like Krueger, huh, what's it to ya? Introduce you to my new gun, this Ruger in my pants (yeah) Let me see your hands to bring you outside in my land (yeah) I've been with the gangsters, bandanas Hangin' out the window, let it bang
Writer(s): Stokeley Goulbourne, Alec Tolkin, Max Lord, Josh Goldenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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