Chief Keef, Bobby Raps - Wash My Hand lyrics

Flamin' this gas up pullin' my pants up
Knew you a fan, though runnin' them bands up
Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop
Spend this cash faster than
A friend turn foes
As for the flame and the dope
Watch the fire rise
You wanna get some money, nigga likewise
I gotta wash my hands
Don't end up on me, it ain't 'bout bands

Kept up, smoking lettuce
Gotta grind the dopey, every time I step out
Yessir, we gon' camp out
Make them blocks wavy, like we goin' fishin'
Yo hoe up in my Rarri catchin' this vibe
Me and my niggas never switch sides
Big 45 I don't care, if you 6'5
You ain't gotta know it's on
Me to get striped
She feelin' lucky, she sending the charm
A summer day, oh no, it's snowin'
I'm in that turbo, oh no, it's foreign
She came to the pad, oh no, she's drawn

Flamin' this gas up pullin' my pants up
Knew you a fan, though runnin' them bands up
Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop
Spend this cash faster than
A friend turn foes
As for the flame and the dope
Watch the fire rise
You wanna get some money, nigga likewise
I gotta wash my hands
Don't end up on me, it ain't 'bout bands

Uh, yeah, I don't use CashApp
Uh, got my cash up, uh
My grandpa's a nice guy, I'm his grandson
Uh, fed up, yeah, no I ain't fed up
I'm just gettin' that gravy, ok
Come and catch up
I blow tooka like it's hookah
But I'm not from Lebanon
I just pulled up in that old school drop top
1991 and I gave you my whole heart
But I'm not the only one
Praise that fire to forget
Watch it rise like the sun
Now I'm Charmander
Lit up like jack o'lantern
Oh, I have no fear, my heart's a chandelier
You just tried to commandeer
But I still persevere
Keep that iron, I keep that steel
That ain't beef, that shit's veal
All this dirty money in my hands
I need to rinse them
All this purple on me right now
I'm like a Prince fan
That girl gave me brains like a bird
She go hard like the Tinman i'm in, uh
Outer space like I'm on The Jetsons
These boys ain't my sons
Ain't even my sons They're my step-sons
Don't do nothin' foolish, take that L
Learn that lesson
Yeah, I go arch-nemesis, turn to Megatron
That's your baby momma? Turn her
Crib to a traffic stop
I do what I want and I get what I want
I need all the bread, I don't like bread
I like croissants
Hit the club and I'm Rain Man, idiot savant
In the cut, i'm in the spaceship smokin'
Mids with your mom flamin' this gas up

Flamin' this gas up pullin' my pants up
Knew you a fan, though runnin' them bands up
Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop
Spend this cash faster than
A friend turn foes
As for the flame and the dope
Watch the fire rise
You wanna get some money, nigga likewise
I gotta wash my hands
Don't end up on me, it ain't 'bout bands