Got It Handled

Aye, aye, look

I guess it’s by the grace a God or Allah

I done came up on some dollas

Stunt like Daddy on my Mama - Hallelujah

My **** I ain’t trippin’

Slippin’ fallin’

Fuck ‘bout what these **** talkin’

Get yo roll on

Steven Hawkin, power to ya

I tried and I can’t give a fuck, I just don’t know how

You **** mouths is always runnin’ ain’t said nothin’ profound

They got me isolated, meditatin’ let in no sound

They bickerin’ about some politics and proper pronouns

That’s why I’m distant dippin’ coolin’ somewhere wit’ my shawday

I’m rollin’ up that weed she cookin’ turnin’ on that Sade

I visualized it in my head and went ‘n got it my way

No balla blockas in my huddle tryna figure my play

I get that cheese and flip that chicken

Walk-in spatula

You want a feature, that might cost you a new Accura

My blood rushin’ now she suckin’, oh you Dracula?

She make it clap and I’m gon’ clap that shit right back at uh

This shit spectaculuh

Man, I just handle shit the best way that I know how

Fuck yo commentary, you don’t know me no how

If you feel it, you ain’t even gotta know how

How we made it this far, I don’t even know how

I just handle shit the best way that I know how

Fuck whoever hatin', they don’t know me no how

They can’t do it like we do it, they don’t know how

How we made this far, I don’t even know how

I guess it’s by my DNA and diction

I got motion

They got friction

Got these boppers out here pickin’ on a playa maybe

And you can peep my disposition know that I ain’t into wishin’

Know my name, but I’m just lovin’ how you say it lately

I’m grown, I learned to smoke my weed and mind my bidness bitch

So fuck them haters and they homies, we up in this bitch

They in they feelings on that modem, boy I thought I told em

I got my paper, dropped my scrotum it’s too hot to hold ‘em

And yeah we still gleaming, we still Mobbin, I don’t plan on stoppin’

Fuck wit’ you gon’ wit’ all that flaugin’ when we on yo noggin’

I know they lame but I can’t hate ‘em, that just ain’t my flava

They claim my music underground, but bitch I live too major

And I just handle shit the best way that I know how

Fuck yo commentary, you don’t know me no how

If you feel it, you ain’t even gotta know how

How we made it this far, I don’t even know how

I just handle shit the best way that I know how

Fuck whoever hatin', they don’t know me no how

They can’t do it like we do it, they don’t know how

How we made this far, I don’t even know how