Can’t Handle Me lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah! Black migo gang

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
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 it over with the pack, she the fall guy
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
You're partner pus*y made him come up out his 95's
And if I choke on the chicken, oh you’ll all die
No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mob ties
Get on these number lines and I’m understanding no line
He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these b*tches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n*ggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these b*tches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n*ggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
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 rapper, why the f*ck you rap the hood for?
The young n*ggas 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 sh*t
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 n*gga, that’s who I do it for
Me and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these b*tches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n*ggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these b*tches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n*ggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling
Runnin circles round these square ass n*ggas
Selling dope and f*cking hoes
My b*tch 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, n*gga, I don’t go to sleep!
All this designer, oh, how could you not notice me
We’re just sh*tting on the industry like we supposed to be!
My window down my weed lit
I'm fresh as f*ck, yo b*tch with her hair up
In a mini coop 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 at Castalia, n*gga come get me!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these b*tches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n*ggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these b*tches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n*ggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!