Handle One Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(KPOnTheBeat)
(Jah, hit ’em up)
Say, oh, a *** owe you somethin’?
Well, a *** owe me somethin’ too, and this one I’m gonna do
I’ma grab that chopper with that knife, I don’t front
I’m a North side ***, I can handle one, believe that, yeah, yeah
Smoke somethin’ behind my ***, pull up and I blow my pistol
I *** a *** ***, play your ass, watch, I zip you, yeah
*** that talk, let’s do that, yeah, I’m a pimp, ***, I’m-, yeah
Woah, slow down, your mama in here throwin’ all that ass
Yeah, I’m in my bag, I’ll flash out
Make a *** whoop your ass and do your bag, you gon’ get dragged out
Put a switch on back, that four-five, it’s a MAC now
You *** broke ***, know your mic died in the ‘Raq, huh
Look, look, night time in the North side, I’m posted in the projects
Had a pain, I gotta dissect, ***, I’ll *** you ’bout my partners
If you ain’t slime, you ain’t one of my mine, ***, cross the line, we slang out
Stay with that look in my eyes, ***, you gon’ respect my mind
Tell a ***, *** him, they’ve been waitin’ outside for that *** bark
Rock out with choppers, no guitars, I’m gon’ go hard, I swear to God
I miss my boy, I’m goin’ out bald, I tried succeedin’, ***, it’s hard
Yeah, pop one, then I’m gone to head, doped up, I’m on my plenty meds
Say, oh, a *** owe you somethin’?
Well, a *** owe me somethin’ too, and this one I’m gonna do
I’ma grab that chopper with that knife, I don’t front
I’m a North side ***, I can handle one, believe that, yeah, yeah
Out my mind, ball out my top, nah
Play, I shoot the ***’ crowd, tell ’em clear it out now
I just popped a Perc’ or six, I’m foamin’ in my mouth now
I go buy your six vans inside, I got that karma slime
She know it’s beef, that boy an opp, she ***’ lyin’
Hold on, truck-built *** (Ah), ***, you better pick a side
Don’t be me when them bars gon’ die
Matter of time, I’ma diss y’all fire
Now, ***, bye, I need a point threw they .9, ***
If you ain’t slime, you ain’t one of my mine, ***, cross the line, we slang out
Stay with that look in my eyes, ***, you gon’ respect my mind
Tell a ***, *** him, they’ve been waitin’ outside for that *** bark
Rock out with choppers, no guitars, I’m gon’ go hard, I swear to God
I miss my boy, I’m goin’ out bald, I tried succeedin’, ***, it’s hard
Yeah, pop one, then I’m gone to head, doped up, I’m on my plenty meds
Say, oh, a *** owe you somethin’?
Well, a *** owe me somethin’ too, and this one I’m gonna do
I’ma grab that chopper with that knife, I don’t front
I’m a North side ***, I can handle one