Zacari - Left Hand lyrics

[Intro] Hey, Lord (Oh) Hey, Lord (Oh) [Chorus: REASON] Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect Knots on my sh*t, co*k on your b*tch, perfect Hopped in the whip, top off that b*tch, perfect I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin' [Post-Chorus: Zacari & REASON] Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no) Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah) Y'all don't really want the smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, woah) Y'all don't really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah) [Verse 1: REASON & Isaiah Rashad] Look, I leave your sh*t on lean, drink no codeine (No) Money on protein, strapped like goalie Where I'm from, look, Top Dawg, Top Dawg Wait, home team, home team Got a ho but your hoes is a whole team fu*k a b*tch and her friend and they both leave Y'all ni**as always talkin' like your hoes Always actin' like your hoes, always dressin' like police God damn, served a couple lil' rounds then they buggin' my phone like a motherfu*kin' pussy Yeah, whoopty black [?], ayy Workin' through it like a phase Drunk and high, vision hazy But still seein' through the fake sh*t, REAS' [Chorus: REASON] Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect Knots on my sh*t, co*k on your b*tch, perfect Hopped in the whip, top off that b*tch, perfect I hit a lick, I drank a fifth, swervin' [Post-Chorus: Zacari & REASON] Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, yeah, no) Y'all don't really want smoke (No, no, no, no, woah) Y'all don't really want the smoke (No, woah) Y'all don't really want no smoke (No, oh, no, oh, yeah) [Instrumental Break / Beat Switch] [Intro: REASON] Yeah REAS' (Trippy) Ayy Yeah [Verse: REASON] Send ni**as back up for trips I hit a shot when I want, these ni**as actually miss It's like I'm workin' on it with my ex, you know I'm back in this b*tch ni**as came from the crack gettin' flipped There was crack verses in a ni**a songs Push a bid and I done grown, uh Zillow shoppin' for a home, uh ni**as starin' at the throne You know you made it when hatred is buildin', my enemies get along, yeah Gossippin' over the phone, yeah Ain't even did nothin' wrong, yeah Well, sh*t, maybe that be the problem Been livin' stress free, no drama My circle tighter than the top of a bottle Work for it, never cry though Built the blueprints for the come up, come study the model I'm gettin' head from a model She feel like it's an investment, I gotta respect it NDA given, she signed it in seconds, a hunnid bands, so I hope she neglect it and tell it all ni**as ain't better, let's bet it all I learned some trade secrets, 'bout to leak it, go back to the hood, give a seminar I learned the difference from legends and G.O.A.T's off of one-hour session with Kenny, yeah I learned the difference from hoes and a queen, from the moment me and Nesha been apart I was livin' dark, I was in a vault Havin' different thoughts, I was down bad I was written off, bad vibes in the air, feelin' like I went to pick 'em off I ain't have a couple pennies, now I'm gettin' pennies on dollars for ni**as thoughts She wanna swallow my dreams, spit it back at me, and frankly I'ma lick it off [Outro: REASON] My, my, sh*t changed What you think a ni**a workin' for? She don't need no money So this head that I'm gettin' ain't personal All part of the game, livin' easy but it hurts to go Money comin' with the fame Put your money on the game REAS'