Hard To Handle Young Scooter & Future
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[Intro: Future]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Monster
You don't know where you at?
(Krazy Mob)
[Chorus: Future]
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)
Fuck 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 (Gang)
Pour a four in a sixteen, I'm a real nigga, stand up (Pour)
I throw on seven tennis bracelеts just to go gamble (Gamble)
I'm a real street nigga, thеrefore, I'm hard to handle
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
A mill' cash in all twenties, shit look real sloppy (Count up)
Introduced the world to juggin', let these rappers copy (Jugg)
All this ice all over my body, never played hockey (Never played 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 a one night 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 them free bands (Street)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Monster
You don't know where you at?
(Krazy Mob)
[Chorus: Future]
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)
Fuck 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 (Gang)
Pour a four in a sixteen, I'm a real nigga, stand up (Pour)
I throw on seven tennis bracelеts just to go gamble (Gamble)
I'm a real street nigga, thеrefore, I'm hard to handle
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
A mill' cash in all twenties, shit look real sloppy (Count up)
Introduced the world to juggin', let these rappers copy (Jugg)
All this ice all over my body, never played hockey (Never played 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 a one night 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 them free bands (Street)
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