Both Arms Songtext

Sippin', sippin', and throw a four back (Yeah, yeah)
Soda cream part the red lean like it's Moses (Yeah)
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
Icin' up my wrist, spray from that whip, six figures, both arms (Yeah)

Real trap nigga, I serve plenty, I don't know y'all (I don't know y'all)
Thirty-six, I flip thirty-six your kick, but you a show off (Mm, that's a small one)
That's what's on my ho arm and she don't even show y'all (And she don't even show y'all)
Safe sex on the sofa, the arm rest, I sit my pole on (Mm, I sit my gun on)
Any trick that get a trick from me, I make her go long (I make 'em stretch)
G6 bottle water in that Rolls, gettin' my roll on
Bitch kept gettin' my pants wet, when she faced me, told her, "Hold on" (I told her, "[?]")
Green grass, space for all the snakes, I make them grown on
My brother passed, choppa in his hand, he was a soldier (He was a gangsta)
Green-tipped 556, bend him out like cobras
Blank X, perc'd up behind tent, you gettin' in mode, huh? (I'm gettin' loaded)
Yeah, he stretched, work, can't rest, this a whole one
Went back to my old plug, we even, I didn't owe him (I didn't owe him)
Front a nigga, I need every digit to his social (To his social)
Only way you ain't get what I gave you, is if you sold 'em (It's if you sold 'em) If they flick you, just don't tell 'em where you get the load from, yeah

Send 'em, send 'em, I need all threats (Yeah, yeah)
You can't get 'em gone in the same day, don't call my phone back (Yeah)
Spinnin', spinnin', get his soul snatched (Yeah, yeah)
Said I'm playin', if you take the bread, leave the back door cracked (Yeah)
Sippin', sippin', and throw a four back (Yeah, yeah)
Soda cream part the red lean like it's Moses (Yeah)
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
Icin' up my wrist, spray from that whip, six figures, both arms (Yeah)

Yeah, mm
What you mean rest? (What you mean rest?)
I'm off three X (I'm off three)
Stuffin' bags to the seem rip
He gotta seed pack, this a clean batch
I been knockin' bows since gas was train wreckin' and green crack
Trackhawks and Hellcats, we already did that
Drippin' through the trenches, niggas slippin' where I spilled at
People missin', opposition tippin' sayin' we did that
I ain't trippin', shouldn't have took them bitches where he lived at
Wait a second, someone bring a beverage, throw this pill back
Make a section, teddy bears, few presents, where he killed at
Ain't no pressure, he know I'ma stretch 'em when he relax, it fill cap
Every time you rap, nobody feel that, bring it back
Freezer, let it sit like it's a meal prep, coastal bros
Three of em' back to back, like I'm Field Jack, come and go
Ain't no halfs, only wholes, this a real trap, local hoes
I use all they loads to send the weed back, yeah, yeah