Hard To Handle Lyrics – Young Scooter & Future

Hard To Handle Lyrics by Young Scooter & Future is the latest English song produced by Slowburnz & DY Krazy. Hard To Handle lyrics are written by Young Scooter, Future, Slowburnz, DY Krazy & Krazy Mob. The song was published on August 18, 2023.

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Hard To Handle Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Southside
Huh, Monster
Yeah, yeah
(Krazy Mob)

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 (Yeah)
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a real nigga, stand up (Pour)
I throw on sevеn tennis bracelets just to go gamblе (Gamble)
I’m a real street nigga, therefore I’m hard to handle

A mill cash in all twenties, shit look real sloppy
Introduce the world to juggin’, let these rappers copy (Yeah)
All this ice all over my body, never play hockey (Never play 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 when I 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 the Freebandz

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 (Yeah)
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a real nigga, stand up (Pour)
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble (Gamble)
I’m a real street nigga, therefore I’m hard to handle

Told my bitch to leave me ‘lone, go home and count up some racks
I’m a certified street nigga, can’t have me lookin’ whack
When I come through I’m on two pills, slam that shit from the back
I got straight hair ’round my finger, hit her good then give her a check
I’m a rude nigga, I get screwed up and might buy a bitch a Ghost
I got two Glocks and the Drac’ on me at all times, I tote
Told her drive that double R, told her how to whip it like a boat
Got some shit from out of Paris, hittin’ a whippet, doin’ coke
Kickin’ down a nigga door and then I took off out of sight
It’s so hard for Pluto to love you, I been around prostitutes all my life
I was six years old, stand outdoors, seen a nigga nose get wiped
Grew up in that 6, a nigga get you blitzed then fuck your wife
I been rock so many diamonds, think VVS’s in my vein
I got bitches that can’t post me so I throw ’em a lil’ chain
She a real one, she gon’ go all out about me like my gang
Got a new buss down foreign and I don’t even claim her
(Pluto)

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 (Yeah)
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a real nigga, stand up (Pour)
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble (Gamble)
I’m a real street nigga, therefore I’m hard to handle (I’m hard to handle)

I’m a real street nigga, therefore I’m hard to handle (I’m hard to handle)
I’m a real street nigga, therefore I’m hard to handle (I’m hard to handle)

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