Can't Handle Me Lyrics - Gucci Mane

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'mma 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 

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(Hook) 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 fuck 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) 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 fucking hoes 

My bitch say she can't handle me 

At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for fucking 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 fuck, 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) 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!