Handle It ft. KKreep Lyrics

Uh, I say like, ayy, like what we on, bitch

We to that real shit, we ain't much for the counterfeits

We countin' blue strips, no, these ain't no counterfeits

And ain't too many issues, cause you know we always handle it

Like, baby, throw it back, you know I'm gon' handle it

And I ain't got the glock, but you know, bro, he got a handy switch

And, bitch, you always lyin', you the one that's just a handsy bitch

Gotta show you who you fuckin' with

"What's the low"

Bitch, stop playin', know my brody be on go

I step behind my niggas, yeah, I love em, that's for sure

Y'all niggas can't relate, y'all fuckin' switchin' for some hoes

Like, what the fuck y'all on, nigga

T.O. round them real dondada, shot callin' ass niggas

All you know is heavy on the petty, never steppin' ass niggas

If we get to cookin', get to whippin' in the kitchen, yeah, spaghetti

If the sauce ain't on my shirt, you know that shit ain't gettin' heavy

Uh, carrying all these niggas started to get heavy

If I fuck with you, you cool, nigga, ain't no fuckin' debts

But at the same time, for loyalty, I need that shit indebted

If you can't give it, then don't expect little nigga use ya

If you owe me, better pay up, bitch, I'm comin' bout my fetty

Turn his intestines to jelly, Kreep done slimed him out like melly

Don't come here fishin' around this way, best hide your pole, this shit get deadly

These niggas speakin' on ma dukes, I got your low, I serve your daddy

Play with your life, Just like Fortnite, we got that light-skinned nigga camping

Ain't did it yet, I'm ready to tie him up and hold that boy for ransom

Pistol whip him with that pump until earn some manners

I'm foulin' out, no referee, they think shit sweet, no Christmas countin

I want that 4.0 with a switch, might change the clip out with bananas

Oh, A.R. do em deadly, my niggas clutchin' machetes

I wanna slide through the East, but we done did that shit already

Lil bro, he over-tweak, he catch that boy, gon' stab him in the belly

I fuck with Mack, he from the Raq, that boy come through just like my deuce

I'm trappin' out the hallway, lil' bitch, I serve my whole school

I up my pump from out my pants, this bitch gon' do you over-cruise

Fuck a bitch, I'm bout my pape, my mama know I'm over-rude

Ain't got no Glock, I grab that rock like K-Man do on Mr. Cruise

Ain't got no Glock, I grab that rock like K-Man do on Mr. Cruise nigga

The fuck these niggas talkin' about, man

On bro, man, we in this bitch, man, the fuck you talkin' about

Uh, I say like, ayy, like what we on, bitch

We to that real shit, we ain't much for the counterfeits

We countin' blue strips, no, these ain't no counterfeits

And ain't too many issues, cause you know we always handle it

Like, baby, throw it back, you know I'm gon' handle it

And I ain't got the glock, but you know, bro, he got a handy switch

And, bitch, you always lyin', you the one that's just a handsy bitch

Gotta show you who you fuckin' with