Handle That! Lyrics

Run it back

Bouta have a heart attack , oh my bad

Lemme settle down

Give you time to go and handle that

Run it back

Bouta have a heart attack, oh my bad

Lemme settle down

Give you time to go and handle that

Yo shorty wanna talk

Hold up let me sit and think

Pocket watching

Bitches crazy

Back door by the sink

Talking round in circles

Like she skating in a rink

If she wanted ice

She could've asked me for a link-up

Drink up, got the big idea

Okay sip up, tip up

Gotta pay a fee back at the door huh

Switch up, fix yo attitude

Before I do huh

Walk up in my office

And you think that you hot shit

All that fucking talking that you do

It is not it

Feeling like Miyagi

You get hit with the chop stick

Master Roshi with it

You get hit with the stick uh

We be classy with it

You get hit with the stick up

Yeah count up all my money yeah

I stack it up uh

Got a couple hundred on me uh

Rack it up uh

Bitches round me dancing crazy huh

Back it up yeah

If you got a problem homie uh

Tack it up ah

Two Sig Sauers, you get hit

Shit turn sour

You get sauced up, I turn sweet then I'm sour

Got a ray gun, like I'm Austin with powers huh

I got jet lag, like I'm hitting them huh yeah

Attila the Hun, pull up with guns

We gonna get it done huh

You better run, we having fun

We gonna get a sum huh

Holes in yo shirt, piled in dirt

Boy you is a bum huh

Feeling like Kurt, plaid on my shirt

Drugs gonna get me numb huh

Faded out this hoe

We be faded out this earth

Like the upper echelon

Tesla outer space we skirt

We be hanging with them martians

Blast off coming back revert

Gemstone in my fucking head

Souvenir from Uzi Vert

Run it back

Bouta have a heart attack , oh my bad

Lemme settle down

Give you time to go and handle that

Run it back

Bouta have a heart attack, oh my bad

Lemme settle down

Give you time to go and handle that