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leaked messages - thf lil law lyrics

[intro]
uh*uh*uh
handler, the art of a handler
(vaze on the track, boy) f*ckthelaw
the biggest handler
(ayy, twenseventeen) handler
the biggest handler, yeah

[verse]
i been readin’ leaked messages, forward ’em to zoo
i’m like, “d*mn, they talkin’ ’bout stretchin’ us”
he say, “meet me in the a”
i brought my flrr, i took the megabus
sh*t got way too rough
get sh*t stood over, i ain’t gon’ say too much
i’m a real one, ain’t lettin’ a n*gga eight ball me off the industry
glad i learned to stop exposin’ my plan, keep n*ggas out my business
most of these n*ggas b*tches
he don’t like me ’cause i hit the one he live with
she don’t like me ’cause i treat her like i never f*cked with her
i been in my feelings
n*ggas slid, we blew ’em down, but we ain’t k!ll ’em
i’m reloaded, drop off some choppers to my block, n*gga
this ain’t no handgun, this b*tch here, it shoot cop k!llers (flrr)
you ain’t nothin’ like me, keep it c, i really pop n*ggas, rob n*ggas
god with him if i get on his ass and i do not k!ll him
put this b*tch in track mode and the curb i kiss (skrrt)
i don’t respond to disses
i done went through they sh*t, steady spinnin’
n*ggas on my d*ck just like these b*tches (flrr)
put the question in the air
who f*ckin’ with law right now up in this city?
i’ll wait, huh, sh*t, i’ma be waitin’ for a minute (ayy, hold on)
and, yeah, i took the trenches
since foenem robbed dude, a lot of n*ggas’ sides switched up (that’s crazy)
huh, but we ain’t trippin’ (yeah)
a handler gon’ handle the business
catch whoever and k!ll ’em (flrr)
take they blocks and spin ’em (go through there)
i’m on all them n*ggas (we on ’em wherever)
thf or death (yeah)
i’m on all that, n*gga (446)
i just changed my number, a fake*ass n*gga can’t call me, n*gga (flrr)
yeah, f*cked up in the head, for real, wish death on all these n*ggas
i just popped a half of a x pill to make my tweak a lift up
on the block, my glock inside my draws, go nowhere without my sh*t tucked
i’m off a skittle, i just poured a deuce in my arizona, my hood on, i’m feelin’ like trayvon
all real n*gga, i’m gon’ be the same way ’til his day come
ask my homies, detectives ran up on me, ain’t say nothin’
i’m a real n*gga forever, i gotta stress it
n*gga be actin’ like feminine creatures
b*tch*ass group text sneak dissin’ all of my people
smile in your face, i’m glad that somebody leaked ’em
it’s forever up with they ass
and i’ma stand on this sh*t when i see ’em (flrr)
and i’ma show ’em this sh*t ain’t no game
tell foenem in jail, “beat all of they homie ‘nem ass”
spinnin’ and spinnin’ and spinnin’, i feel like i’m stuck in the past
one point two on the table, but i’m in the back of the house with a chop and mask
[outro]
some of them lyin’
flrr (foenem tellin’ me get out the car, i’m, i’m, i’m out)
handler
the art of a handler
yeah

- thf lil law lyrics

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