Lyrics:
handle my beef
Hand you your teeth
Watch how I slam to a beat
And you weak muh'fuckers better
Stand at my feet
'Fore I beat muh'fuckers when
I handle my
Lemme tell you a story a kid who's pops wasn't really wit him
Just three brothers and his mother grew up struggling in the system
Shit you probably
twitching
Got her by her ankles
She in different angles
Time to blow the candle
What you said I can't handle
In and out
Up and down
Round and round
Babygirl
[Chorus:]
You can bop your head like this (Ha)
When we're dropping bombs like this (Ha)
You can bop your head to this (Ha)
When we're dropping bombs like
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
on me if you ain’t go blow me cuz I got heat fa sell
Bitch I’m damu free my brother he crip inside them cells
Tall P Piru gone chalk ya up if I say give
the griddy
Need to breathe, can you hear it
Need to breathe, for a minute
Spit some heat, for a minute
Spit some heat, don't get near it
Spit some heat
and hei (Hei)
There's no reason to lose, when you feeling the blues, just let it go and hei (Hei)
Now the spirit receive, when you feeling the heat, move
're gone!
Nobody can catch up, meet the Speedy Gonzalez
The beat is the problem
And if ya got your feet in your mouth
You gon' have to beat it up out
business
Then pray Lord forgive em
Ill raise up two hands
Like a high five
They try to say
Swazo ain't lit
I said brother
You trippin'
You telling a white
knows about your sorry ass simpin for a hoe
I thought you knew, _Life Is.._
But the punk motherfucker can't handle his
So you weak bizznews ain't no
a fuck yo, the drama never ends
I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz
Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
But I murder your
fresh as can be
I'll teach you my way, nigga come take a seat
I don't need no stylist, I drip like the sink
They loving the way we keep dropping this heat
Told that nigga he can lean on me
Fall asleep and have a dream on me
Nigga, yeah yeah yeah yeah
You see, it takes niggas weeks
They need a comfort
and save it i gotta do better
That nigga a fraud you can tell by his gestures
Armani Exchange and Chanel on her sweater
Now all of my kicks packing genuine
never Land Taking Flights out the Ozone out the hemi Y'all can't see me YOU can't hear me Just can't feel me Nahh better free ya mind locking in
had a eight on us
Cold hands slingin' niggas gotta pay on us
Co-froze our whole shit so you can skate on us
Niggas don't freeze long, start
I ain't a normie, son
There's a reason why I can't own a gun
Don't forget, you'll never be my number one love
In order, it goes as follows
Number one
insane
Amount? only if you can handle your
Miniscule in comparison balance honorably
Currently? then yes, you can handle it
Now please listen to this
the body intact
Don't believe me well
You can catch me out back
Best believe I'm
What they've summoned
So get stepping on back
Talking like a demon
Damn I
to catch a check you can't cash
I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim
After the kill, it's remains the same
The composure,
pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga, get paid!"
No one can understand me, the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin' heat
I run
I guess that I'm blinded
I've been searching for so long, but I just can't seem to find it
I lost lil Quahfee to that heat, Mama Marta to cancer
to me
You ain't got a hundred thousand, you can't have sex with me
Ain't showed the best of me yet
And ain't in nobody debt, I'm sum' like a vet'
I
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