Can't Handle Me
These niggas they can't handle me, the trapper of the year.
I got shooters around me boy we don't carry souvenirs.
It's a squad thing baby so we all gonna volunteer.
Get your money up you broke niggas on some amateur.
I'm a God with some shooters but we still gonna chandelier.
We assassins you might just find your body in the river.
I smoke ganja, posted on the gate you gotta kill me with some monsters.
Boy you ain't gonna spray you are vanilla.
These niggas they can't handle me, go catch the holy ghost.
These niggas they can't handle me, watch my money grow.
These niggas they can't handle me, these guns are domino.
These niggas they can't handle me, I swear them boys can't handle me.
Eenie meenie miney mo, catch em' by the toe.
We play headshots boy you might just get your ass towed.
I got hundreds in my pocket, I fuck any bitch I want.
I got shooters on the go, boy this ain't what you want.
We wassup to this fuck niggas, bullets hit em' up.
We got thirties in the chambers I bet that line em' up.
I got killas that will change ya and leave your lemon cut.
We got truckloads boy we got the blocks fed up.
These niggas they can't handle me, go catch the holy ghost.
These niggas they can't handle me, watch my money grow.
These niggas they can't handle me, these guns are domino.
These niggas they can't handle me, I swear them boys can't handle me.
I got shooters around me boy we don't carry souvenirs.
It's a squad thing baby so we all gonna volunteer.
Get your money up you broke niggas on some amateur.
I'm a God with some shooters but we still gonna chandelier.
We assassins you might just find your body in the river.
I smoke ganja, posted on the gate you gotta kill me with some monsters.
Boy you ain't gonna spray you are vanilla.
These niggas they can't handle me, go catch the holy ghost.
These niggas they can't handle me, watch my money grow.
These niggas they can't handle me, these guns are domino.
These niggas they can't handle me, I swear them boys can't handle me.
Eenie meenie miney mo, catch em' by the toe.
We play headshots boy you might just get your ass towed.
I got hundreds in my pocket, I fuck any bitch I want.
I got shooters on the go, boy this ain't what you want.
We wassup to this fuck niggas, bullets hit em' up.
We got thirties in the chambers I bet that line em' up.
I got killas that will change ya and leave your lemon cut.
We got truckloads boy we got the blocks fed up.
These niggas they can't handle me, go catch the holy ghost.
These niggas they can't handle me, watch my money grow.
These niggas they can't handle me, these guns are domino.
These niggas they can't handle me, I swear them boys can't handle me.
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Writer(s): Sadiki Thirston, Chance Tarentino
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