Southside - Can't Handle Me lyrics

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!