Yeah! Black migo gang
Bentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car
WOOOP! WOOOP! god damn that's a squad car
They gave me life and I'mma try to jump the barbed wire
They pulled it over with the pack, she the fall guy
It's gu-ap, big dog, you the small guy
I made you dope jump, I try to make the pot cry
I was a snotty nosed brat, that was '85
You're partner p**y made him come up out his 95's
And if I choke on the chicken, oh you'll all die
No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mob ties
Get on these number lines and I'm understanding no line
He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine
Chorus: (x2)
I can't let you handle me, I can't let you handle me
All these b**hes scandalous, I can't let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can't let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can't let you handle me!
I'm the king of the street, the South ain't big enough
I had to take the throne, he ain't hood enough
Fake rapper, why the f** you rap the hood for?
The young n***as starving, no that ain't no pull up
You rather be rich and famous, I rather be rich
Cause you could die famous and won't have sh**
The street farmers, I put life insurance on bricks
So every time you buy ten, you get an extra ten
Stand down, busting juugs, turn me to a super-star
Five hundred dollars in the swisher smoking caviar
Known as a real street n***a, that's who I do it for
Me and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up
Chorus: (x2)
I can't let you handle me, I can't let you handle me
All these b**hes scandalous, I can't let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can't let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can't let you handle me!
Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling
Runnin circles round these square a** n***as
Selling dope and f**ing hoes
My b**h say she can't handle me
At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for f**ing handkerchief
Promethazine and kush, that's my recipe
I sleep walk and count money, n***a, I don't go to sleep!
All this designer, oh, how could you not notice me
We're just sh**ting on the industry like we supposed to be!
My window down my weed lit
I'm fresh as f**, yo b**h with her hair up
In a mini coop goin 150
I hit the gas, I'm turnt up
Now, I'm smoking gas, going 160
I heard they're looking for me, I'm at Castalia, n***a come get me!
Chorus: (x2)
I can't let you handle me, I can't let you handle me
All these b**hes scandalous, I can't let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can't let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can't let you handle me!