Can’t Handle Me Futuristic
"Can’t Handle Me" by Futuristic, released in 2019, is a hip-hop track that showcases confidence and self-empowerment. The lyrics emphasize resilience and the ability to overcome challenges, highlighting themes of ambition and individuality. Unique elements include catchy hooks and dynamic beats, contributing to its energetic vibe. #HipHop
[Verse 1]
Fresh cut, with my snapback, CD's in my backpack
I'm the shit, with no exlax, I work out, no guest pass
Tank on with my tats out, cargos with my ass out
Rubberband with my cash out, she see me and she pass out
You can't blame her, because I'm the man, obviously
This ain't Twitter but it seems everybody
And their momma always wanna come follow me
How do he come hard on every track
He a monster and this ain't Holloween
Got money like I just won the lottery
Give a fuck about a nigga in poverty
Who hot as me, let me think, um, nobody
They all wanna rap now, get a new hobby
Shitty flows, pissy ho's, they so potty
Hood niggas, six felonies, four shotties
Oh gholee, let me tell you, I don't give a fuck bitch
Bumping my own shit, while I get my nuts licked
I hope you niggas understanding me, you fans of me
I randomly spit angrily, now can't nobody handle me
[Hook]
Y'all can't handle me, nigga, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, hater, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, baby, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, bitch, y'all can't handle me
Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up
Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up
Fresh cut, with my snapback, CD's in my backpack
I'm the shit, with no exlax, I work out, no guest pass
Tank on with my tats out, cargos with my ass out
Rubberband with my cash out, she see me and she pass out
You can't blame her, because I'm the man, obviously
This ain't Twitter but it seems everybody
And their momma always wanna come follow me
How do he come hard on every track
He a monster and this ain't Holloween
Got money like I just won the lottery
Give a fuck about a nigga in poverty
Who hot as me, let me think, um, nobody
They all wanna rap now, get a new hobby
Shitty flows, pissy ho's, they so potty
Hood niggas, six felonies, four shotties
Oh gholee, let me tell you, I don't give a fuck bitch
Bumping my own shit, while I get my nuts licked
I hope you niggas understanding me, you fans of me
I randomly spit angrily, now can't nobody handle me
[Hook]
Y'all can't handle me, nigga, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, hater, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, baby, no, y'all can't handle me
Y'all can't handle me, bitch, y'all can't handle me
Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up
Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up
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