Freck Billionaire - Mr. Handsdown lyrics

[Verse 1: Freck Billionaire] They call me mr. Bar-for-bar slash mr. Handsdown I rep West Philly, the Bottom to Lansdowne Where they catch bodies, and I do mean plural Candles, teddy bears, they will put you on a mural Keep the vest on your chest, and I hope it protect ya When them red lights is on you, like motion detectors I ain't with the bullsh**, yes, I stay strapped And I'll lose it, like a needle, in a hay stack It's nothing to send the shooters to your Benz Wig shot make you crash like Luda and Larenz He was getting outta hand, I show you how to handle it R.I.P. he be Rip like Hamilton Smooth getaway when they see the Lamb' spin I mean literally, the seats made of lamb skin You know I hurt the interior Louis seat belts, I'm stunting inferior New coupe, cleanest sh** they eyes seen Cause nothing, I got drops like Byzene You still driving sh** from last year I got the '09 Lamb' in last year And the cops ain't quirk the car yet They wanna give me big ticket like Garnett This ain't even fair, it's like I am cheating I blow mad money like Diana Keaton I'm known to leave the mall with a lot of bags Louis V, Gucci sh**, man I got it bad And this is my style, part', I gotta brag All I do is f**ing cop, like I got a badge I'm in the club with the new blingers Got the bad b**hes snapping like two fingers It's evident, they can tell, I'm forever paid Gucci gators, fresh out the Everglades I walk around with a scrilla on 7,000 square feet, that's the villa home The b**hes ask ”How are you?” Waterfront, in claves, in the Malibu And you should see their face When I tell 'em have a look at the stair case Perfect spiral like a Tom Brady Touch down You need a 100 yards, if you tryna touch pounds One thing about me, they know I talk the bank They know I'm yacht status, b**hes wanna walk the plank I walk around with a treasure on West Philly, all I do is get my measure on I got the slow juice at the water house In this game, the stakes/steaks is high like Border House I'm wise, that's why I move counterclock This one is for all the marbles like my counter tops And if you see me with a bimbo Then you know, I'm tryna slice like Kimbo After that, I be tryna feel her buddy a** She was gonna stand by like a buddy pa** They know I only roll with bosses Blow kush, presidential like the Oval Office