Young Scooter, Future - Hard To Handle

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Huh, Monster
Yeah, yeah
(Krazy Mob)

You in gang territory, police carryin’ through grievances
Told my homie he’d never seen this shit, but he want all of it, woah
Out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute
Told that bitch I hit up, I don't even talk for a pair of shoes
I’ma flex with the ones that'll bring Hell through
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I'm a regular stand-up
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble
I'm a real street nigga, therеfore I'm hard to handle

A mill cash in all twentiеs, shit look real sloppy
Introduce the world to juggin', let these rappers copy