Futuristic - Can't Handle Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Fresh cut, with my snapback, CD's in my backpack I'm the sh**, with no exlax, I work out, no guest pa** Tank on with my tats out, cargos with my a** out Rubberband with my cash out, she see me and she pa** out You can't blame her, because I'm the man, obviously This ain't Twitter but it seems everybody And their momma always wanna come follow me How do he come hard on every track He a monster and this ain't Holloween Got money like I just won the lottery Give a f** about a n***a in poverty Who hot as me, let me think, um, nobody They all wanna rap now, get a new hobby sh**ty flows, pissy ho's, they so potty Hood n***as, six felonies, four shotties Oh gholee, let me tell you, I don't give a f** b**h Bumping my own sh**, while I get my nuts licked I hope you n***as understanding me, you fans of me I randomly spit angrily, now can't nobody handle me [Hook] Y'all can't handle me, n***a, no, y'all can't handle me Y'all can't handle me, hater, no, y'all can't handle me Y'all can't handle me, baby, no, y'all can't handle me Y'all can't handle me, b**h, y'all can't handle me Let me be frank, y'all n***as s** Please quit rapping, shut the f** up Let me be frank, y'all n***as s** Please quit rapping, shut the f** up [Verse 2] Hoes come by the bu*tload, alcohol, truckloads Clothes off at the front door, already with blunts rolled Packed up, suitcase, girl tripping, shoelace New one every Tuesday, they see me, they like hooray I do my own stunting, Jackie Chan, I'm about to blow up Pakistan And my chicks stay naked, like Africans And now their dudes looking blue, like a magic fan I do my thing and it ain't that hard to see Quit jocking my style, lil n***a fall back I'm the Future, it ain't that hard to be Aktion making the hardest beats My green do the talking, harvesting Imma martian outta this world with the flow So that money ain't enough to offer me Quit talking please, need a coffin please Imma off these n***as, no charges please I'm a baller just like barkly, so none of y'all lames is guarding me I'm slaughtering opponents and I ain't even trying Rest in peace to competition, need a moment of silence [Hook] [Verse 3] Plaid shirt, G-Shock, colorful like a peaco*k White girls say he's hot, that means me so he's not No swag, more sauce, don't know yet, get lost Make them jump, Kris Kross, I'm too fresh and they're pissed off What you mad for? Cause everybody know my name Your girl wanna rock my chain, everybody know you lame Damn n***a, I'm so ill, do my thing, deal, no deal She know I'm cold now she wanna chill And I go hard, I don't need no pill I'm sick don't need no pill, funny a** n***a, Cosby Bill Rich a** family, Jada, Will, I'm just trynna make a bill I'm just trynna get a deal, b**h Imma get it soon And my flow is extra hot, just like August, July and June Okay, I'm clowning on these lame O's My closet is a fitting room, I walk in there and change clothes I gotta go, when it comes to this rap sh**, I'm the favorite n***as be hating, given me crooked Looks like teeth that need some braces [Hook]