Handle That!

Run it back
Bouta have a heart attack, oh my bad
Lemme settle down
Give you time to go and handle that
Run it back
Bouta have a heart attack, oh my bad
Lemme settle down
Give you time to go and handle that

Yo shorty wanna talk
Hold up let me sit and think
Pocket watching
Bitches crazy
Back door by the sink
Talking round in circles
Like she skating in a rink
If she wanted ice
She could've asked me for a link-up

Drink up, got the big idea
Okay sip up, tip up
Gotta pay a fee back at the door huh
Switch up, fix yo attitude
Before I do huh

Walk up in my office
And you think that you hot shit
All that fucking talking that you do
It is not it
Feeling like Miyagi
You get hit with the chop stick
Master Roshi with it
You get hit with the stick uh
We be classy with it
You get hit with the stick up

Yeah count up all my money yeah
I stack it up uh
Got a couple hundred on me uh
Rack it up uh
Bitches round me dancing crazy huh
Back it up yeah
If you got a problem homie uh
Tack it up ah

Two Sig Sauers, you get hit
Shit turn sour
You get sauced up, I turn sweet then I'm sour
Got a ray gun, like I'm Austin with powers huh
I got jet lag, like I'm hitting them huh yeah

Attila the Hun, pull up with guns
We gonna get it done huh
You better run, we having fun
We gonna get a sum huh
Holes in yo shirt, piled in dirt
Boy you is a bum huh
Feeling like Kurt, plaid on my shirt
Drugs gonna get me numb huh

Faded out this hoe
We be faded out this earth
Like the upper echelon
Tesla outer space we skirt
We be hanging with them martians
Blast off coming back revert
Gemstone in my fucking head
Souvenir from Uzi Vert

Run it back
Bouta have a heart attack, oh my bad
Lemme settle down
Give you time to go and handle that
Run it back
Bouta have a heart attack, oh my bad
Lemme settle down
Give you time to go and handle that



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Writer(s): Rocco Lupo
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