Lil Yase - Handle lyrics

Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy I just knocked a b**h up at Sundays Hit my whip, make yo n***a be like, "One day", ayy You turn me down, now it's too late All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché" Yeah, I don't f** with you, you the opposite You was hating when a n***a became opulent Woah, on the freeway flying I'm fresh to d**h, but I don't plan on dying Touchdown, lil' n***a, we don't do punts Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts Young n***a front a flex me and all my flaws I used to live in [?], me and all my dogs It wasn't one, so I made a way Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and [?] Pull up on the block, pumping ba**, hella 808 Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn Young n***a, pull up in a red Lamb Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram n***a in LA like the motherf**in' Rams I don't want your weed, n***a, you be smoking [?] [?] Next week, n***a, catch me at the Summer Jam [?] Kick her in her a**, [?] [?] Getting my respect like I'm the motherf**ing grands [?] sorry 'bout the pause I'ma do a n***a like [?] [?] saying f** the law I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all [?] or please don't even call [?] see me, then they fall n***as in my DM, [?] They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles I'ma run it up, let that n***a [?] [?] I don't know her name, but that b**h, she in my drawers