Gucci Mane - Cant Handle Me Lyrics

Yeah! Black migo gang
Bentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car
WOOOP! WOOOP! God damn that's a squad car
They gave me life and I'm a try to jump the barbed wire
They pulled her over with the pack, she the foul one
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
Know about the pussy, made it come up by this 9 to 5
And if I choke on the chicken, oh you'll all die
No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mall ties
Get on these number lines and I'm understanding no line
He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine

[Hook: x2]
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 B, I can't let you handle me!

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 rappers, why the f*ck 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

[Hook: x2]
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
Harder than a candle B, I can't let you handle me!

Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling
Runnin circles round these square ass niggas
Selling dope and f*cking hoes
My bitch say she can't handle me
At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for f*cking 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 f*ck, yo bitch with her hair up
Her hair blowin she rollin up
In a mini coupe 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 in Castalia, nigga come get me!

[Hook: x2]
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
Harder than a counter B, I can't let you handle me!