Handle One Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
KPOnTheBeat!
Jah, hit 'em up!

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Say, oh, a n!gga owe you something?
Well, a n!gga owe me something too
And this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a North side n!gga
I can handle one, believe that, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
Smoke something behind my n!gga
Pull up and I blow my pistol
I kill a n!gga b!tch, play your ass
Watch, I zip you, yeah
F**k that talk, let's do that
Yeah, I'm a p!mp, b!tch, I'm—, yeah
Woah, slow down
Your mama in here throwing all that ass
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I'll flash out
Make a n!gga whoop your as* and do you bad
You gone get dragged out
Put a switch on back that four-five
It's a MAC now
You pu**y broke b!tch
Know you might die in the 'Raq, huh
Look, look, night time in the North side
I'm posted in the projects
All the pain I gotta dissect
B!tch, I'll kill you 'bout my profit

[Pre-Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
If you ain't slime
You ain't one of my mine
B!tch, cross the line, we slang iron
Stay with that look in my eyes
B!tch, you gone respect my mind
Tell a n!gga, f**k him
Then been waiting outside for that b!tch boy
Rock out with choppers, no guitars
I'm gone go hard, I swear to God
I miss my boy, I'm going off bars
I tried succeeding, b!tch, it's hard
Yeah, pop one, then I'm gone to head
Doped up, I'm on my plenty meds

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Say, oh, a n!gga owe you something?
Well, a n!gga owe me something too
And this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a North side n!gga
I can handle one, believe that, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
Out my mind, ball out my top, nah
Play, I shoot the f**king crowd
Tell 'em clear it out now
I just popped a Percocet
I'm foaming in my mouth now
I go buy Z06 vette
Inside I got that Carbon slime
She know it's beef, that boy an opp
She f**king lying
Hold on, truck-built b!tch (Ah)
B!tch, you better pick a side
Believe me one them boys gone die
Matter of time, I'ma dish out fire
Now, b!tch, bye
I need a point three right now, n!gga

[Pre-Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
If you ain't slime
You ain't one of my mine
B!tch, cross the line, we slang iron
Stay with that look in my eyes
B!tch, you gone respect my mind
Tell a n!gga, f**k him
Then been waiting outside for that b!tch boy
Rock out with choppers, no guitars
I'm gone go hard, I swear to God
I miss my boy, I'm gone off bars
I tried succeeding, b!tch, it's hard
Yeah, pop one, then I'm gone to head
Doped up, I'm on my plenty meds

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Say, oh, a n!gga owe you something?
Well, a n!gga owe me something too
And this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a North side n!gga, I can handle one