Handle - Sage The Gemini, Lil Yase

Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy

I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays

Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, «One day», ayy

You turn me down, now it’s too late

All these diamonds got my exes saying, «Touché»

Yeah, I don’t fuck with you, you the opposite

You was hating when a nigga became opulent

Woah, on the freeway flying

I’m fresh to death, but I don’t plan on dying

Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don’t do punts

Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts

Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws

I used to live in, me and all my dogs

It wasn’t one, so I made a way

Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I’m TJ Fadeaway

Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and

Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808

Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn

Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb

Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram

Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams

I don’t want your weed, nigga, you be smoking

Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam

Kick her in her ass,

Getting my respect like I’m the motherfucking grands

sorry 'bout the pause

I’ma do a nigga like

saying fuck the law

I be doing me so I hope you doing y’all

or please don’t even call

see me, then they fall

Niggas in my DM,

They be in my shows, I don’t see 'em like I’m Charles

I’ma run it up, let that nigga

I don’t know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers