Young Scooter, Future - Hard To Handle

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, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (Out the trenches)
Fuck that bitch, 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 nigga, stand up (Pour)
I throw on sevеn tennis bracelets just to go gamblе (Gamble)
I'm a real street nigga, 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 bitch 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 (Pussy)
Zone 1 and 6 in Atlanta, shit like Gangland (Gangland)
Everybody goin' crazy for the Freebandz