Rubber Hand Grip

Check my levels

Levels is good? Uh

Uh-huh, Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh, what?

You don't know who you playin' with

Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga

If it's trouble then we shootin' it's troubleshooting

We shootin' up but we ain't struggling with drug use

Throwin' all these subs what that make you subhuman?

This is music for sub-machine gun users (Uh)

Speeding in the BMW, lookin' unassuming (Uh)

Just me and my Uzi, we lookin' like a couple spooning (mmm)

Enough with the canoodling, blow your noodles on your beautiful drip

This is Hoorsenbuhs, you should google it

My love language is another matrix

Screw your baby mother like some Cartier love bracelets

Hermes blankets, that's a blanket statement

Need more than handkerchief 'cause we covering all the bases

Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here)

Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?)

It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch, ain't it?)

When the love always outweigh the negative (it do)

I'm on the edge, I'm at the ledge of the clip

Break your neck like a breadstick

Forever devilish, don't you ever forget

How the AK-47 kick like an elephant

Knock a fella off the edge of the fence

Don't take offence if it's a brick of cocaine

We hid in the Mercedes-Benz

Baby, that's for my lady friends, who's taking it for a spin?

(Who do you know who would do some shit like that?) Uh, spin

Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh

You don't know who you playin' with (say it with-)

Pump with the rubber hand grip

Say, say it with me, you don't know who you playin' with

Break it down

Uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh

Pump with the rubber hand grip (yeah)

Look, soon as the drama came afoot you was shot in the foot

Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put

Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus

Book your watch, you got everything inside your pocket took