Hard To Handle Lyrics – Young Scooter (feat. Future)

Hard To Handle Song by Young Scooter: “‎Hard To Handle” is a Brand New Song, sung by Young Scooter and Future. Hard To Handle song lyrics were penned by Young Scooter, Future, Slowburnz, DY Krazy, and Krazy Mob, and the music was produced by Slowburnz and DY Krazy.

Young Scooter – 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, B!tches Know I Get Flyer Than A Parachute (Out The Trenches)
Fuck That B!tch, 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 N!gga, Stand Up (Pour)
I Throw On Seven Tennis Bracelets Just To Go Gamble (Gamble)
I’m A Real Street N!gga, 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 B!tch 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 (Puccy)
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, B!tches Know I Get Flyer Than A Parachute (Out The Trenches)
Fuck That B!tch, 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 N!gga, Stand Up (Pour)
I Throw On Seven Tennis Bracelets Just To Go Gamble (Gamble)
I’m A Real Street N!gga, Therefore I’m Hard To Handle

Told My B!tch To Leave Me ‘lone, Go Home And Count Up Some Racks
I’m A Certified Street N!gga, 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 N!gga, I Get Screwed Up And Might Buy A B!tch 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 N!gga 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 N!gga Nose Get Wiped
Grew Up In That 6, A N!gga Get You Blitzed Then Fuck Your Wife
I Been Rock So Many Diamonds, Think Vvs’s In My Vein
I Got B!tches 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, B!tches Know I Get Flyer Than A Parachute (Out The Trenches)
Fuck That B!tch, 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 N!gga, Stand Up (Pour)
I Throw On Seven Tennis Bracelets Just To Go Gamble (Gamble)
I’m A Real Street N!gga, Therefore I’m Hard To Handle (I’m Hard To Handle)

I’m A Real Street N!gga, Therefore I’m Hard To Handle (I’m Hard To Handle)
I’m A Real Street N!gga, Therefore I’m Hard To Handle (I’m Hard To Handle)

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