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HARD 3 HANDLE
13
Hip-Hop/Rap
HARD 3 HANDLE was released on March 10, 2026 by B1K Records / Certified Bag Chasers as a part of the album RISK CHASERS
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Release DateMarch 10, 2026
LabelB1K Records / Certified Bag Chasers
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gameova1k
Gameova1k
Vocals
LongMoney Phil
LongMoney Phil
Vocals
Dj KUB
Dj KUB
Vocals
Travis Dickey
Travis Dickey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Basil Anderson
Basil Anderson
Songwriter
Xavier McGinnis
Xavier McGinnis
Songwriter
Travis Dickey
Travis Dickey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TwinD1st
TwinD1st
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Daniel "DSims" Simmons
Daniel "DSims" Simmons
Mastering Engineer
Meretape
Meretape
Producer

Lyrics

Real **** link in up! just take the risk
A lot of Carolina motion right now
Shout out to Trap Dickey
We call this one Hard three Handle
Let's go
I'ma be in this shit that make my pockets fatter
Every time I post a pic, it make my bitch madder
You scared to shoot your shot, if I want her, I'ma go right at her
Put the bitch to work, she fly the load from Cali to Atlanta
Different type of ****, she gon' hold me to a high standard
When I'm on the phone with the plug, he talkin' with some manners
**** tryna order up a box, but how much can you handle
It cost a ticket just to kick it, I got Hermes on my sandals
Long money, hard to handle, go against, get dismantled
Broke a ****, make me angry, I have him bagged like a **** Santa
Turn your main bitch to a dancer, got a lil' trap bitch from Atlanta
Got a lil' Florida bitch, she a scammer, I still gettin' used to the camera
In a lil' minivan, my plug comin' right now, I'm drivin' through Savannah
I ain't harass **** to an Atlanta, soon you reach, I'ma blow out your candle
Bet you won't use me, you only get a sample
**** want a lease, tryna get a angle
**** play, I gotta make an example
Streets is cold, turn me to an animal
It ain't no load that I can't handle, totin' a .30, Julius Randal
I got **** locked up, jail yards, sellin' K2, smokin' Cancer
Jump off the porch, man, had a pill, so I put that shit on Jesus' sandals
Street **** fell in love with dice games, all my life, this shit was a gamble
Rail road cross tracks, no Harriet Tubman, a young **** totin' the damn button
**** hate to hear me talk, I'm preachin' this shit every damn Sunday
Tellin' my **** to hit the trap, stackin' the twenties and damn hundreds
Granddad told me, oh, no, ****, I pay it all, don't need it from the gate
I'm only in this shit to make my pockets fatter
Every time I post a pic, it make my bitch madder
You scared to shoot your shot, if I want her, I'ma go right at her
Put the bitch to work, she fly the low from Cali to Atlanta
Different type of ****, she gon' hold me to a high standard
When I'm on the phone with the plug, he talkin' with some antlers
**** tryna hold her up a box, now how much can you handle
It cost a ticket just to kick it, I got her mans on my sandals
It cost a motherfuckin' ticket just to kick it, ****
That's my motto for the rest of the twenty-six
It cost a motherfuckin' ticket to kick it with Yak
That shit ain't for free, ****
Rich Chasers
Written by: Basil Anderson, Travis Dickey, Xavier McGinnis
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