Handle It (feat. DeJ Loaf & Lil Yachty) - Chris Brown

What up, family? Tryna wake 'em up cousin I say R.I.P. to my cousin Tryna wake 'em up cousin Walking devil, I be feeling like Jesus I don't know much about that Bible, never felt like I need it I told my mom that I got her, when I make it we even For all the years she took care of me and my brothers believin' I miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me? I had so much shit to tell her, damn man, I still can't believe it We balling out, nah, we ain't up in no bleachers You hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up yours speakers Cause we own now and we grown now First million, go and tell 'em it's on now I still sip Arizonas And I do this shit for all of my loners Screaming to the top of my lungs like "Mama, I'mma make it" Gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience Just stay in your lane, fuck anybody hatin' Love don't love nobody so don't worry about datin' Just worry about Dej whether you singing or you rappin' All these bitches got opinions Cause you fucking over half 'em Anybody want war it ain't shit to get it crackin' Cause nigga where I'm from they use alleys for the caskets I'm not tryna promote violence, a lot of shit be on my conscience Never been baptized, I got demons in my body And I pray from time to time, I be like "Lord, get 'em off me" I just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money Don't nobody keep it real, half these rappers is phony They ain't really getting money, pockets flat as my stomach I don't merge in niggas' lanes, I got tunnel vision Fuck a buffalo stud no pun intended It's so hard, I still play it like Pun existed (Big Pun) Teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions Look, all y'all fraud niggas, all y'all broad niggas And most of 'em foul, that's exactly why I charge bitches My niggas put up buckets, pour some soul with it You got a team full of ball hoggers and soft niggas Scared to let your mans ball, these niggas Ken dolls I'mma put me on then put my friends off Niggas try to talk to me, I put 'em in that friend zone Sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the Timbs on We be off the Hen-dog, don't chase it for nothing And you be on that bullshit, basically fronting I'm basically running, anything go in front me Try to stop me, I go crazy, I get to clicking and dumping I probably leave a nigga boiling like chickens and dumplings Cornbread, cabbage, soul food, I'll blow up your muffin Fuck it, all I want is checks with them commas with no drama Respect, loyalty, money and power Round table, we gon' eat like them mobsters I'm a monster, this music shit it come so easy, I got it Bitch, I got it, oh, I got it Bitch I got it It come so easy, I got it I got it IBGM Yeah, we got it, we got it

Lost at sea nigga Can't see nothing but the water Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side You owe me money, better hide Too many niggas, that done tried Too many niggas, that done died I tuck the pistol when I ride Got pretty bitches getting high 007, I'm golden And I brought my set to the NOLA Nigga know what I'm doing Bad hoes I'm pursuing Bitch I'm icy like a Bruin Bitch we icy, fuck a Bruin Hit that pussy from the back I'm Chipper Jones with a bat Ran off on the plug And we ain't never coming back See me and Tunechi got a stack See me and Stunner got a stack See being broke is like an ex And I ain't never going back My jewelry shine like a plaque You tuck your chain, you a bitch Load the chopper, yelling free the 'Woper Know we Gucci 'cause I'm from the six Notice how I hustle no play They been tryna block us all day We ain't finna let 'em stop us So I'm still on the block with my gun Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side You owe me money, better hide Too many niggas, that done tried Too many niggas, that done died I tuck the pistol when I ride Got pretty bitches getting high 007, I'm golden And I brought my set to the NOLA I said woah woah, yeah yeah Chopper gon' hit you from both sides Niggas be thinking shit sweet 'til we pop up Kids close your eyes Make sure before you come for me Bitch close your thighs Hoes can't control they selves It's a must they die You don't even want to know what's in the trunk That ain't the trunk, bitch that's the trunk I been the shit since I was on sippy cups You ain't got balls, pull your zipper up That's a hundred right there, cool fifty tucked Try to touch anything, we go cocoa puffs Yeah, crack your coconut Pussy Notice how I hustle no play They been tryna block us all day We ain't finna let 'em stop us So I'm still on the block with my gun Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side You owe me money, better hide Too many niggas, that done tried Too many niggas, that done died I tuck the pistol when I ride Got pretty bitches getting high 007, I'm golden And I brought my set to the NOLA

I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like I need a chick true talk, not fake with her walk She got her hair done right, i be breakin' her off I like them girls when I'm ready she be taking it off She be tellin' me what to do cause she think she the boss And i don't say nothin' to her, I let that money talk We don't never trip much, we be shakin' it off Win, lose, or draw, i back against the wall I'm willing to grow, cause I've wanted it all I'm one of a kind, she one of them dimes Been at it for a while, we puttin' in time I'm lovin' her thoughts, she changing my mind We learnin' together, the stars align Fly face, nice body, and swag crazy She work and she goin' to school, she ain't lazy And she out and about, she look wavy And when they try to ask whats up, she say Casey I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever i like) Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever I like) (She'll do whatever I like) Yeah, shorty really rock with me I took her to the block with me She probably spent the whole night with me Take a gold shot with me All them girls flock for me But she the one that's gone ride with me We cruise through the hood, end up in Beverly Hills We talked about how the lime light was never that real She asked me questions about her sex, like how does it feel Shorty you're the best, I'm just keepin' it real I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever i like) Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever I like) (She'll do whatever I like) Ladies grab your girl by the hand, let them know that you're versatile Let them know you run shit in advance Back it up on em' yeah, do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like

She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it She say [?] don't be so phony, phony, phony, phony, phony Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it I just want my name on it I don't wanna a basic bitch, I don't care where she is Asking for anything, I don't let her wait for shit Talk as little as a pump, I give a fuck just to get over her Hoes in the past, can't get over them Fuck her once, I'm Kanye and Kim I put my tongue, I'ma swirl in it Time of the month came opposite of early You ever see the bitch Lay her down, eat her shit Turn her over, beat her shit Put my name on her, I'ma pray on it She say she gon' ride for me Take a case and die for me Bonnie and Clyde and ride for me And I know that she love me