Can't Handle Me

[Intro: Young Scooter] Yeah! Black migo gang [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Bentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car WOOOP! WOOOP! god damn that’s a squad car They gave me life and I’mma try to jump the barbed wire They pulled it over with the pack, she the fall guy It’s gu-ap, big dog, you the small guy I made you dope jump, I try to make the pot cry I was a snotty nosed brat, that was '85 You're partner pussy made him come up out his 95's And if I choke on the chicken, oh you’ll all die No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mob ties Get on these number lines and I’m understanding no line He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me! I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me! [Verse 2: Young Scooter] I’m the king of the street, the South ain’t big enough I had to take the throne, he ain’t hood enough Fake rapper, why the fuck you rap the hood for? The young niggas starving, no that ain’t no pull up You rather be rich and famous, I rather be rich Cause you could die famous and won't have shit The street farmers, I put life insurance on bricks So every time you buy ten, you get an extra ten Stand down, busting juugs, turn me to a super-star Five hundred dollars in the swisher smoking caviar Known as a real street nigga, that’s who I do it for Me and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me! I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me! [Verse 3: Young Dolph] Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling Runnin circles round these square ass niggas Selling dope and fucking hoes My bitch say she can’t handle me At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for fucking handkerchief Promethazine and kush, that’s my recipe I sleep walk and count money, nigga, I don’t go to sleep! All this designer, oh, how could you not notice me We’re just shitting on the industry like we supposed to be! My window down my weed lit I'm fresh as fuck, yo bitch with her hair up In a mini coop goin 150 I hit the gas, I’m turnt up Now, I’m smoking gas, going 160 I heard they’re looking for me, I'm at Castalia, nigga come get me! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me! I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!