Left Hand REASON (Ft. Isaiah Rashad & Zacari)

[Intro]
Hey, Lord
Hey, Lord

[Chorus: REASON]
Glock on my hip, rocks on my wrist, perfect
Knots on my shit, cock on your bitch, perfect
Hopped in the whip, top off that bitch, 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 shit 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 whole bunch of hoes, it's a whole team
Fuck a bitch and her friend and they both leave
Y'all niggas always talkin' like hoes, always actin' like hoes
Always dressin' like police
Goddamn, drop a couple lil' rhymes, now they buggin' my phone
Like a motherfuckin' dope fiend (Yeah)
Wealthy Black king back, uh
Workin' through it like a phase
Drunk and high, vision hazy
But still seein' through the fake shit, REAS'