LYRIC
Hard To Handle Lyrics by Young Scooter & Future, music has been produced by Slowburnz & DY Krazy, and Hard To Handle song lyrics are penned down by Young Scooter, Future, Slowburnz, DY Krazy & Krazy Mob.
Hard To Handle Lyrics
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Southside
Huh, Monster
Yeah, yeah
(Krazy Mob)
You in gang territory, police wearin’ green suits (Yeah)
Top model on the magazine, they just want powder, they can toot (They want powder)
I’m out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (Out the trenches)
f*ck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (Yeah)
I’m affiliated with them ones that’s gon’ bring hell through (Yeah)
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a real ni**a, stand up (Pour)
I throw on sevеn tennis bracelets just to go gamblе (Gamble)
I’m a real street ni**a, therefore I’m hard to handle
A mill cash in all twenties, shit look real sloppy
Introduce the world to juggin’, let these rappers copy (Yeah)
All this ice all over my body, never play hockey (Never play hockey)
While the weed growin’, I’m chillin’ in the mountains, hikin’ (Yeah)
I’m always ballin in New York but never been to Dyckman (Nah)
Twenty racks for when I stand, I don’t need a bitch to like me (Yeah)
All I want is money (Money), nothin’ else excite me
I get checks, no Nike, but I got plug prices
The streets hot, they spinnin’ shit like a ceilin’ fan (Brrt)
If you get caught up, don’t you tell to get up out the jam (Pussy)
Zone 1 and 6 in Atlanta, shit like Gangland (Gangland)
Everybody goin’ crazy for the Freebandz
You in gang territory, police wearin’ green suits (Yeah)
Top model on the magazine, they just want powder, they can toot (They want powder)
I’m out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (Out the trenches)
f*ck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (Yeah)
I’m affiliated with them ones that’s gon’ bring hell through (Yeah)
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a real ni**a, stand up (Pour)
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble (Gamble)
I’m a real street ni**a, therefore I’m hard to handle
Told my bitch to leave me ‘lone, go home and count up some racks
I’m a certified street ni**a, can’t have me lookin’ whack
When I come through I’m on two pills, slam that shit from the back
I got straight hair ’round my finger, hit her good then give her a check
I’m a rude ni**a, I get screwed up and might buy a bitch a Ghost
I got two Glocks and the Drac’ on me at all times, I tote
Told her drive that double R, told her how to whip it like a boat
Got some shit from out of Paris, hittin’ a whippet, doin’ coke
Kickin’ down a ni**a door and then I took off out of sight
It’s so hard for Pluto to love you, I been around prostitutes all my life
I was six years old, stand outdoors, seen a ni**a nose get wiped
Grew up in that 6, a ni**a get you blitzed then f*ck your wife
I been rock so many diamonds, think VVS’s in my vein
I got bitches that can’t post me so I throw ’em a lil’ chain
She a real one, she gon’ go all out about me like my gang
Got a new buss down foreign and I don’t even claim her
(Pluto)
You in gang territory, police wearin’ green suits (Yeah)
Top model on the magazine, they just want powder, they can toot (They want powder)
I’m out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (Out the trenches)
f*ck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes (Yeah)
I’m affiliated with them ones that’s gon’ bring hell through (Yeah)
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a real ni**a, stand up (Pour)
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble (Gamble)
I’m a real street ni**a, therefore I’m hard to handle (I’m hard to handle)
I’m a real street ni**a, therefore I’m hard to handle (I’m hard to handle)
I’m a real street ni**a, therefore I’m hard to handle (I’m hard to handle)
SONG INFO:
Song: Hard To Handle
Artist: Young Scooter & Future
Music: Slowburnz & DY Krazy
Lyrics: Young Scooter, Future, Slowburnz, DY Krazy & Krazy Mob
