Lyrics:
I'm devil or a man, I'm a force of nature
In a form that you can't handle
Mother, what you think B.A.F. stands for
Look, I'm bruised and bloodied
Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop
You can't handle this, nigga
You can't handle, sit down
Intro:
*car drives past*
Uh yeah yeah
*gunshots*
got you dog
uh...grrrrrrrrr
uh..arf arf arf..
Chorus:
The heat is on
are yall really ready to fly
the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first
rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henney and I'm tryna forget
But I can't get this shit outta my head
made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin',
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggas know I'm
So come on take this pill
Or get out of the kitchen
If you can't handle the heat
Don't go past the sun
Way too deep
On the run
If you can't handle
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
you can't handle on yo plate
Just stay prayed up knowing it's gon be straight
Never move by sight, always move by faith
Just stay prayed up knowing it's
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
opps he ran wit pipe his brothers hit
Purple pint fa prince white double cup it got me purple watchu rainin
reefer pack too loud can you speak up I
to you)
Got secret intentions (What?)
Man these Bitches couldn't handle the truth! (Yo)
Man these Bitches couldn't handle the truth (Couldn't handle
towers of bondage so I can progress that's vital don't worship no eediat idols I'm breaking demonic cycles
Lemme slow it down this 4 bar I pray you take in
watch you on loop
Hooo!
I need your touch baby come to me
I need your love wanna feel that heat
Ain't no one else who knows you like me
I can handle you
I need your touch baby come to me
I need your love wanna feel that heat
Ain't no one else who knows you like me
I can handle you well
Oh I'll handle
in the rain
But really rappin' 'bout them shootings, find it cheeky and strange
You can find me where the Ps to be made
Me and my BM started
Pimp, D eggy, eggy, eggy
I go deep, deep, deep in that pussy like damn
I got heat, heat, heat
'Boutta bust all in her hair (Ah)
Watch me skeet,
your honesty
You handle my heart like a gun (A gun)
Put the dick on it fuck it we cumming (We cumming)
You can leave bitch you came here with nothing
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin'
Im tryna jump in a big body
Where my brothers and them
They can sit by me
Wake up check my phone
An it be problems
I be by myself
I wont be deep
self, kill ya self, take the pill
Punks jump up to get beat down
New York the sweet town I sorta, who's on tour?
Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't
Mama said don't put your hand on the stove
Went hand-to-hand I can't handle the load
I had it hard I ain't panic, fasho
I had to cook up and heat up
handle you
We can have it out on any avenue
An "Average Man" flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with
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