Don Toliver - Hand to Hand lyrics

Wave Mechanics f-f-f-Fred On Em
Damn, Larro G
I had to hand to hand with the scale
R-r-r-r-r-Riffic

I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna sеnd me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanеl
Fifty piece, in a for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well

I got my bitch in the red bottoms (Sexy)
I been trappin' hella hard for dollars
I been through it, I know God, he got 'em
(yeah)
You a hater, it ain't hard to spot 'em
Grab my shooter
He gon' fuck around and drop ya
Paid the ticket like a motherfucking mobster
Pull up in phantom, no opera (Skrrt)
Broke your bitch for a bag of
I know she need the new sponsor
She want a boss, so can't nothing stop her
Took that 'lil bitch out
For shrimp and pasta she fuck with me
'cause she know he imposter
I let her eat, she workin' for lobster
Addy Daddy, I'm a motherfucking Rasta
I'm on the block with a four and a Shasta
I got lean, I don't need me a doctor
Thumb through the bag is just
What I taught 'em
And another bitch, 'cause I need a foster
Speed racing in an Aston Martin
Hood nigga fuck a bitch on the carpet
I was trapping way before I had started
I was juggin' hella plays with Marcus
Call the bag, a young had lost it
Niggas chase a young nigga, we flossin'

Blue cheese, all me (Cheese)
In the club, almost popped my collar (Facts)
All them dogs, I'm a Rottweiler
(Ruff, ruff, ruff)
Tell these bitches, young nigga I got 'em
(yeah) faceTime with your bitch in a Prada
Tell the truth, it wasn't hard to spot her
I got that ass when we went to Salada
Later then, she was callin' me papa (yeah)
Play a game, then nigga, I'll pop ya
(Uh) , by the way, I got options (Uh)
Sell the water with the lean, I'll
Three, yeah nigga, I got 'em
Gucci flops, so I'm fuckin' your model
(Gucci) i go and get all the packs in
Wonder why all the racks in (yeah)
I need my front and my back (yeah)
Young nigga keep a nine on him (yeah)
You know I'm never really lackin' (Uh)
Lame nigga steady tactics (Uh)
I got your bitch, and she an actress
(Let's go) she'll do anything
I'll make her do a backflip
I pull up on you, black mask shit (Skrrt)
I fuck shit up, so nasty (Doot, doot, doot)

I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well