City God - Handle It

Handle it
Handle it
Be yo own man
Nigga handle it
Better handle it
Hammers sparking on you
Like them candles lit
Gotta Handle it
Handle it
Handle it
Be yo own man
Nigga handle it
Better handle it
Hammers sparking on you
Like them candles lit
Gotta Handle it
Them niggas lookin for you
Fuck the LAPD
You know that foreign stolen
Bet the pigs can't see me
Foreign Lane switching
Windows tinted
Trynna bust some pills out a nigga ID
He from out of town
And they still don't try me
All that damn hustle
Better Flex that muscle
I'm trynna get a hunnid mill
Just like RUSSLE
And HUSSLE
What you do to get searched by the crew
We don't take no bitching
And We don't fuck with snitches
I hope he ain't run off with the loot
Made it to the District I know my top is missin
I can't see shit wit all them flashing lights
Momma always told me
3 lefts make a right
I need to get that bread
And get out of sight
Police right behind me
And they wanna fight
I think they missed they turn
And So I ducked
That was just my luck
3 niggas pulled up asking where you from
I bust my gun then I gotta run
I been on the run
I'm always up to something
Caused a whole scene in a different hood
Now I'm gone for good
The Streets don't love you
Nigga Up to no good
I can't get caught
Is that Misunderstood ?
Smashing up Deane
Almost lost my wood
My wheels burning rubber
And they hot
I can't miss that light
The Police still searching
But I'm out of sight
I can't swerve unless I'm high as a kite
It's so hard trying to live right
Stopped by my bitch house
Had to drop off pipe
So verbal
Baby she said she waited all night
Closing curtains
Kissing on my body
Craving me that's for certain
She said turn off the lights
I hear him lurkin
Ghetto bird flying all night
You so nervous
I think I love this bitch
She fuck me good on purpose
Wrapped around my body like a turbin
Ride it so good
I Might buy this bitch a Birkin
Or take bitch to Berlin
Right before she gave me head
Told little baby I gotta get this bread
And catch this play
before he end up dead
That's just my luck that's how I gotta play it
Split that bread screaming
Fuck the feds nigga
Married to that money
Like newly wed nigga
Real nigga Hill figure
Straight up
Out The Hills nigga
Big pockets 6 figures
Slid to home base real nigga
New pussy got me feelin different
I feel different
Handle it
Handle it
Be yo own man
nigga handle it
Better handle it
Hammers sparking on you like them candles lit
Gotta Handle it
Handle it
Handle it
Be yo own man
Nigga handle it
Better handle it
Hammers sparking on you like them candles lit
Gotta Handle it

Written by:
Jhakil Doyle

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