Wit My Left - Fendi P, Lil Wayne

You judge a nigga, how he overcome?

I’m seclusive and nigga a hundred

AK hold a hundred, I had to trap off

I grind from Monday to Monday, baby, you heard me

Even on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I got a lick on some birdies

Bitch you too thirsty, I’m drippin' Fiji (Fiji)

Get what I want out the bitch, she a genie (a genie)

A xan and a soda, call it a martini

Push start the car make the top eeny-weeny (eeny-weeny)

What’s that, you dreamin'?

This shit is really is happenin'

I gotta own, automatic, I know some hoes they from Dallas

I call them, bands make them

Hold so much green, fuck a salad, I might just cop me some Bally’s

I whip it up with a fork, I really shine in the dark

I bring that Rollie to life, I whip that shit with my left make it right

I whip this shit with my left (with my left)

I whip this shit with my left (my left)

I whip this shit with my left (with my left)

I whip this shit with my left (my left)

I whip this shit with my left (with my left)

I whip this shit with my left (my left)

I whip this shit with my left (with my left)

I whip this shit with my left (my left)

I whip this shit with my left, I had to sip then I slept

I woke up ready to chef, my hoe up ready to F

We pull up on y’all when y’all deep

We be mellow, mysterious, and mystique

Then one of us ask for directions

Like, «Excuse me, do you know where the- „brrrrrr“»

We light it up, nigga, we fuckin' the Cypher up, nigga

We get out and rifle but nigga

The shit that we takin' is psychin' up niggas

To kill niggas like it’s nun' nigga

Look left and right and duck nigga

I chef the white right up, nigga, I whip the shit with my left

And give it to my right-hand man 'cause he know that it’s life or death

We got the snow in the summer, I got the dope on my women

I got the stick on myself 'cause I know that it’s life or death

Whip the whip cream like a stealth, whip the white til I see wealth

Head first like Michael Phelps, red syrup, that’s not gon' help

'Cause I need that yurple, only the money is verbal

We got more tan than surfers, watch my left hand do circles

The cocaine expand the surface, I just bought the bando curtains

I seen more sand than turbans, seen more white girl than bourbon

Served on Bourbon, give us the word, we hurt 'em

Give us a check that’s murder, fuck the verdict

Trap in your area, chain like aquarium

Right hand or left whip up, we ambidextrous

I work this shit with my left (with my left)

I work this shit with my left (my left)

I work this shit with my left (with my left)

I work this shit with my left (my left)

I work this shit with my left (with my left)

I work this shit with my left (my left)

I work this shit with my left (with my left)

I work this shit with my left (my left)