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HandyCap Lyrics - Artist : Rio Da Yung OG
(Damjonboi)
What up, Jonboi? Flint Town shit, nigga Look Pull up to a nigga front door like I'm handicapped Thousand dubs on me, at this point I need a fanny pack Pull up to the nursing home like, "Where granny at?" Mike said she give the Percocets in a family pack Nigga tryna race for ten bands like, "Where my daddy at?" This Mustang got a thousand some horses, fuck your Scattypack White boy just knocked my door down like, "Where the Addys at?" Girly bust it open buttnaked like, "Where your panties at?" Hit a lick for thirteen thousand and did the cabbage patch Got some new shit I need tested, where Amanda at? Unc' was a pimp, in '88, he drove a Cadillac Straight drop, serve you in your hand, fuck a sandwich bag Fuck around and shot your whole clique, I'm the camera man Like a skateboarder, I hit the slab in a pair of vans High as hell, spent eleven hundred on a pair of pants Popped a Percocet and hit your bitch from the rear end Call me for a zip, I pulled up quicker than an ambulance Mike Amiris stuffed, these bitches look like MC Hammer pants Rockstars hold the FN, doin' my hammer dance Ty popped a Xanax, then fired on a random fan Fuck around and found a new plug, I gotta drive to Texas Grab a hundred grams and hit it twice, then go and buy a necklace Me and Rio droppin' back-to-back, call that applyin' pressure Fuck a statement, niggas hit that room and get to writin' lectures Doggy want a brick, I got a half, I gotta buy a presser Told him weigh that shit up in my face, 'cause it might be extra Nigga want a verse, pay me double and it might be better I don't sell dope, I sell CDs, come buy a tester Nigga hit my line for a feature, I need five or better Unc' cookin' dope, he scraped the pot tryna find the extras Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm on the block, nigga, from nine to seven Fuck around, go corporate, I'm just tryna find nice investment Mike put a quarter in a 'Wood and didn't try to stretch it He rolled a zip, I'm weak after the fourth one, July 11th Four days before that, I smoked a half, I think July 7th Fuck around and smoked a QP within five sessions Kill you with your gun in your hand, you could die a shooter Fucked around and dropped him with a MAC, but not a white computer Goaty drunk a four of Hi-Tech and tried to fight the Uber Spinned off and hit him six times, that's a nice maneuver We be usin' opps, tryna find out who the nicest shooter Bro bought six Glocks, but he still got no rights to use 'em I just poured a six in one pop, I'ma be high 'til Tuesday Shot him in his chest with the K and left his white tee gooey My main fiend ninety years old, he gon' die a user Bought some joggin' pants, plain as hell, but they might be Gucci Hit the scene dropped two hundred shots like a Spike Lee movie Bro said I be goin' overboard, he don't like me shootin' it |
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