Handle (feat. Lil Yase) (Explicit)

Woah

Ayy

Ayy

Ayy

I just knocked a b***h up at sundays

Hit my whip

Make yo n***a be like

One day

Ayy

You turn me down

Now it's too late

All these diamonds got my exes saying

Touché

Yeah

I don't f**k with you

You the opposite

You was hating when a n***a became opulent

Woah

On the freeway flying

I'm fresh to death

But I don't plan on dying

Touchdown

Lil' n***a

We don't do punts

Extendo out the window

No

Not two blunts

Young n***a front a flex me and all my flaws

I used to live in

Me and all my dogs

It wasn't one

So I made a way

Hopped up out the bentley dressing like I'm tj fadeaway

Got these h*es jocking me

Yeah

Me and

Pull up on the block

Pumping bass

Hella 808

Whoa

Whoa

I

I

I

I

Godd**n

Young n***a

Pull up in a red lamb

Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram

N***a in la like the motherf**kin' rams

I don't want your w**d

N***a

You be smoking

Next week

N***a

Catch me at the summer jam

Kick her in her a*s

Getting my respect like I'm the motherf**king grands

Sorry 'bout the pause

I'ma do a n***a like

Saying f**k the law

I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all

Or please don't even call

See me

Then they fall

N***as in my dm

They be in my shows

I don't see 'em like I'm charles

I'ma run it up

Let that n***a

I don't know her name

But that b***h

She in my drawers