[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah! Black migo gang

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Bentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car
WOOOP! WOOOP! god damn that’s a squad car
They gave me life and I’mma try to jump the barbed wire
They pulled it over with the pack, she the fall guy
It’s gu-ap, big dog, you the small guy
I made you dope jump, I try to make the pot cry
I was a snotty nosed brat, that was '85
You're partner pussy made him come up out his 95's
And if I choke on the chicken, oh you’ll all die
No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mob ties
Get on these number lines and I’m understanding no line
He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
I’m the king of the street, the South ain’t big enough
I had to take the throne, he ain’t hood enough
Fake rapper, why the fuck you rap the hood for?
The young n***as starving, no that ain’t no pull up
You rather be rich and famous, I rather be rich
Cause you could die famous and won't have shit
The street farmers, I put life insurance on bricks
So every time you buy ten, you get an extra ten
Stand down, busting juugs, turn me to a super-star
Five hundred dollars in the swisher smoking caviar
Known as a real street n***a, that’s who I do it for
Me and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling
Runnin circles round these square ass n***as
Selling dope and fucking hoes
My bitch say she can’t handle me
At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for fucking handkerchief
Promethazine and kush, that’s my recipe
I sleep walk and count money, n***a, I don’t go to sleep!
All this designer, oh, how could you not notice me
We’re just shitting on the industry like we supposed to be!
My window down my weed lit
I'm fresh as fuck, yo bitch with her hair up
In a mini coop goin 150
I hit the gas, I’m turnt up
Now, I’m smoking gas, going 160
I heard they’re looking for me, I'm at Castalia, n***a come get me!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!
I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
All my n***as dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!