MoneyBagg Yo - Handle It lyrics

[Intro: Polo G] Uh, woah Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I got killers in the motherfu*kin' cut, b*tch Gang, uh, uh [Verse 1: Polo G] I be with savages, they is not havin' it If it's ever a problem, we tackle it Switch on the chopper, that b*tch 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 [?] fu*k 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 b*tches, 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' [Chorus: Polo G] 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 [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] 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) fu*k 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 ni**as 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 b*tches (Why?) Bougie gangster b*tch 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 sh*t 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 ni**as 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)