Handle It Songtext

Uh, woah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherfuckin' cut, bitch
Gang, uh, uh

I be with savages, they is not havin' it
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candle lit
Lil' mama thick, but just look how I handle it
Beat up the pussy I damage it
Pass for a [?] fuck the ref', I'm travellin'
Louis by Virgil, my drip is immaculate, uh
Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh
Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it
Opps, they some bitches, we beefin' with actresses
Post in the trap, we got D in the cabinet (Uh)
She gеt on her knees when she gaggin' it
Might cop a 'Cat 'causе I beat all the challenges (Uh)
Hundred-twenty a show, what I'm averagin'
On them roads, I ain't fold, I wasn't panickin'

Uh, uh, start up again
She over with, now I'm all in her friends
Two-hundred shots, they gon' ball up your mans
Lil' Jo, he cappin', he noddin' off Xans
Uh, I'm eurosteppin' in France, uh
Drip check, Amiri my pants
Glock a guitar, we gon' rock out like bands
Spin through they block, he get killed where he stands

I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (Go)
Benjamin greens, my pockets got names (Woah)
The Bentley cocaine, that look like the main
A brick of white forces, same color them thangs (Thirty-six)
I just got boosted, go somewhere in Spain (Gone)
Fuck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two-hundred occasions, mane (Where?)
I'm on the jet eating Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high
I don't ever be at the house [?]
I done outgrew the city (Yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hear me (Nah)
Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got switches
Off a lot of cough syrup on my dick (No)
I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (Why?)
Bougie gangster bitch tote my blicky
Got wifey with me, hey
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes
I keep it too thorough (Raw)
Talkin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
I just was over there, I speak for the ghetto
Eight ounces of Wok' in the Faygo, I'm Kayo
These niggas fake, put together like Play-Doh (Ha)
Uh, uh, drillin' his new ho (Uh)
Ride like a horse so I pass her to Polo (Here)
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