Both Handz (feat. Moneybagg Yo, Young Butta & Dubb) - Paydro

Ayy Sizzle I still don't know what to call it, haha I been fuckin' with this real little trill little ho We been like this for a minute 'cause she concealed with it though Told my bitch I cut her off but we still creepin' on the low She got an nigga, I got a bitch, but this y'all already know She be askin' what to call it, I'm like I still don't know He might question her 'bout niggas but he still won't know She gon' play him to the left (how?), like she coolin' with her friend Then I pull up like get in, in my baby mama's Benz Ooh, I'm foul foul (ooh ooh), I ain't shit (I ain't nothin') Hope she don't find out (out), she gon' clip (she gon' spazz, ooh) This shit getting serious (how?), her nigga gettin' on to us (damn) Message come through like she text, Don't know if it's him or her (what you do?) No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know It's confidential how we link, gotta keep it on the low Told my dog to get the room, he hit me back like it's a go This time just use a rubber bro, seven kids you don't need no more She pulled up naked, Looked so sexy when she took off the trenchcoat, ooh My bitch happened to drive by and just spot my car outside I can't put this on my nigga, she know every car I drive Now she callin', hittin' the line, let it ring, don't hit decline So I can play like I was sleep, that's a nigga's favorite line No reply, so she still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know I don't know No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know They say you caught (I'm like with who?), because I still don't know I'm in Dubai with my guys and some other nigga's ho And the blogs want to report me but they still don't know And my plug still support me so I still got coke I keep swappin' out these hoes, I can't make up my lil mind I don't know which one I like so I'm dividing up my time (What happened in Paris? I don't know) Man I still don't know You can fall in love and marry her but she still gon' go (damn) Had a crush on Mira (Mira), had a crush on Lira (Lira) Had a crush on that seven figures 'til I Touched that million (touched it, skrrt skrrt) Louis V, Supreme, Rari in Dubai (what the shit) What you tell your bitch when she ask who you with? No reply, so she still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know (I don't know) No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know (I don't know)

(DMac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit, yeah) Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy You know me, I play it raw Hold up, go These bitches dramatic (How?), she got two niggas tatted Her nigga and her side nigga cool, hoes be savage (Whoa) First she want you, then she don't, you know these bitches bipolar Probably had her after I did, so you got the leftovers (Been off it) Laid up with her one night and she showed me dude's texts (Said what?) Speakin' on my name and he slick be sendin' threats Left his ass and upgraded with me, he fucked up about that (Hah) Niggas rookies, I'm a vet, I ain't nothin' like the rest Who I be? Big Bagg (Bagg), rippin' off Louis tags Pull her hair when I smash (Ugh), smackin' her on her ass They go trapper to trapper, rapper to rapper for the bag Hoes ain't shit just like us niggas, so you can't really be mad Talk of the town, they say I got community dick But really I don't (Nope), they just wanna fuck and I won't, what? Yeah, bitch, yeah, for sure Hey, hey, whoa, whoa Can't believe some of you niggas still ain't learned your lesson (No) How you 'posed to be so gangster, but the ho got you stressin'? (Huh?) She be showin' you who she is, you in denial, still guessin' Look at who she be around, all them hoes real messy Man, shit got ugly yesterday, I must let you know (Put shit down) I had got up with this lil' bitch I just met at the store (Freaky lil' ho) Playin' lame, actin' like she never done this before (Think I'm slow) It ain't even been ten minutes and my dick in her throat (Ugh) Gettin' ready to go (On the way out) Her nigga at the door (I'm lookin', I'm clutchin') Don't wanna get shot (Your best bet) Take it up with the ho (Get some control) A bitch gon' do whatever a nigga allow her to do (Fact) Club hop, pussy pop, then come lay up with you, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And that's really how it go, I'ma tell it how it is You know me, I play it raw I don't speak on nothin' I saw

Atlas music Baby want her picture taken I throw her on my gram and make her Insta famous I heard they say I'm mackin different Heard a lot of shit but i don't entertain it I'm bout to change the mood on em My exes want me back but i'm cool on em Ya mans looking like he wanna do something But I ain't saying shit I'm putting blues on em I'm the shit end of story Them haters still watching niggas story I be blowing bands out the Rari If I hurt your feelings bitch I'm sorry This gone be the year that I change the mood on em Had a hard top had to cut the roof on em To get a conversation its gone cost a smooth hundred With all this damn drip I'm gone need a new faucet Baby want her picture taken I throw her on my gram and make her Insta famous I heard they say I'm mackin different Heard a lot of shit but i don't entertain it I'm bout to change the mood on em My exes want me back but i'm cool on em Ya mans looking like he wanna do something But I ain't saying shit I'm putting blues on em It's a lot of blues in these blue jeans Black and yellow diamonds that's a mood swing Ain't never made the playoffs but got two rings I make that work disappear like I'm houdini Spending all this money blowing extras That bitch she only fuck me cause my necklace For that follow baby prob gotta swallow I can love your ass tonight but probably not tomorrow Baby want her picture taken I throw her on my gram and make her Insta famous I heard they say I'm mackin different Heard a lot of shit but i don't entertain it I'm bout to change the mood on em My exes want me back but I'm cool on em Ya mans looking like he wanna do something But I ain't saying shit I'm putting blues on em