Young & Handsome - Chris King

Yeah, 'cause you’re bein' June right now, June be on bullshit

Lil' bitch, she was grindin' on my shit, hol' up

Grindin' on my, look

June onna beat, June onna beat

Grindin' on my shit, hol' up

Bad bitch, she was grindin' on my shit, ayy

Break it down, I got a science to that shit, ayy

If we fuck, just keep it quiet if I hit, bae

I know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy

Give me head, gang slidin' in this Benz, ayy

«Man, that nigga ain’t shit,» is what your friends say

I know you heard 'bout a nigga 'cause I’m lit, ayy

Rich, ratchet, young, handsome motherfucker, ayy

Fuck and kick her out, nutted on the couch

Fuckin' out of town, might fuck in the hotel lounge

Give my Glock CPR, that’s mouth to mouth

I do expensive drugs and I don’t see a drought

Call my migo, told him give it to me pure and don’t be stompin' on my brick, ayy

Told her lick it clean, then get sloppy with that dick, ayy

All in all, I bet you get the point like it was clickbait

All in all, I make that work flip like it’s grip tape

I bake that work, whip so good, got to switch plates

I put that dick in her jaw 'til her chin break

They score me ten with this nine, nigga get ate

Area 51 my dealership place

Ratchet ass bitch wanna fuck and let her friends see

When the first pack touched down, then it hit me

Bitches love a clean motherfucker that get filthy

Knowin' that you shouldn’t mix Patrón with the Henny

Money on my mind and my time isn’t sweet, ayy

Eatin' pussy with these diamonds in my teeth, ayy

Bad bitch, she was grindin' on my shit, ayy

Break it down, I got a science to that shit, ayy

If we fuck, just keep it quiet if I hit, bae

I know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy

Give me head, gang slidin' in this Benz, ayy

«Man, that nigga ain’t shit,» is what your friends say

I know you heard 'bout a nigga 'cause I’m lit, ayy

Rich, ratchet, young, handsome motherfucker, ayy

I know you like that

Left for a second, then I came right back

Cold as ice pack, eyes Japanese from the flight pack

Where the dice at?

She wanna sing, get my mic checked

Then I pipe that, I go to work

I called my migo, told him give it to me pure and don’t be stompin' on my brick,

ayy

Told her lick it clean, then get sloppy with that dick, ayy

All in all, we chuggin' alcohol, I can’t see straight

Blowin' all these bands on a nigga and a bitch, wait

She want me inside her ovaries

She wanted the dick, she run from the dick

Why are you hidin' from me?

Doin' ratchet ass shit with a ratchet ass bitch

And a loaded ratchet on me

I ain’t crackin' no beer, I ain’t sippin' no English, my nigga, but pass the

forty

Fuck it up when I’m faded, loaded

Took in her the bathroom at the house party to fuck until the door knock

From the three point line at the buzzer, I am a sure shot

These niggas stealin' the drip, I’m just takin' your thot

Third or fourth bottle, your stomach is where I pour it out

Money on my mind and my time isn’t sweet, ayy

Eatin' pussy with these diamonds in my teeth, ayy

Bad bitch, she was grindin' on my shit, ayy

Break it down, I got a science to that shit, ayy

If we fuck, just keep it quiet if I hit, bae

I know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy

Give me head, gang slidin' in this Benz, ayy

«Man, that nigga ain’t shit,» is what your friends say

I know you heard 'bout a nigga 'cause I’m lit, ayy

Rich, ratchet, young, handsome motherfucker, ayy