Hando

Lyrics

[Intro: *sample*] "You can't do nothing if ya' broke Listen to me young people and old people too Mostly black people, I'm talking to you You can't do nothing if ya' broke" [Chorus: Loaded Lux] (Beloved) Flying off the handle I'ma fuck it up and leave the money on the mantle I do what they can't do And you gon' learn to never send a boy to what a man do Lil' mama want my handle And she gon' call me up to do the things that homie can't do And she just got the sample But please don't turn me off I'm on a whole 'nother channel [Verse 1: Loaded Lux] Praise to the most high, real don't die 'Member when you drove by, [?} so fly Come to find you was halving the whole time All know-it-all's ain't all books and bow ties (It's yo' time) Flying off the handle I'ma fuck it up and leave this money on the mantle I just want me and my close ties multi Done without making our souls cry no lie Wander the world with a woke eye know I Don't wonder I know when someone just out to be noticed, focus Found out ya' bogus lie with the gophers but I know it Blindfolded, you ain't going in that's ya' mind going These are the times, moments you got to decide on it You supporting black and buying Polo, I'm bipolar [Chorus: Loaded Lux] (I know that} Flying off the handle It's like every time we show up on the set I get ya' cancelled And we be lit like camphor I just see my old chick up in this bitch I make 'em brand new I leave ya' world a shambles Henny when we bring the water well, and all them call me Shamu A keeper on the Bumble I just smoke the boots, then I'm on a whole 'nother channel [Verse 2: Loaded Lux] That my brother Twizzie that's the brodie These niggas don't know me they just nosey I hit her with the sword, that Shinobi Had her in the matrix, that Niobe She was talking dirty had to show me She tell me it was better than they told me You just want that parka missed her homie I know you didn't wanna hold me up just only want to hold me Know you wanna be my golden girl don't want me mack like [?] be my Michel'le Obama be my Beyoncé to Hovie huh? [Chorus: Loaded Lux] Flying off the handle I'ma fuck it up and leave the money on the mantle I do what they can't do And you gon' learn to never send a boy to what a man do Lil' mama want my handle And she gon' call me up to do the things that homie can't do And she just got the sample But please don't turn me off I'm on a whole 'nother channel [Verse 3: Loaded Lux] Tell me homie what you know? I said I'd rather you tell me then you show me how it go Who really wanna know? I'm like above nigga, I be on the low Ay, coochie or money, Gucci or card? Kicking at you easy, it's the choosing that's hard Yo who go to work, who ain't on they job That pressure baby, nothing to do with a massage Flying off the handle My aunt like to gamble Oh you like to ramble? I like playing Rambo Quit wit' ya' jazzy, they like ya' jazz (go J.B. Smoove) It's ya' jazz, yeah baby jazz (old soul) The black monk was at the loneliest funk in my soul thang Had to miles on that A, was a cold train Oh man blow the whistle, blow the whistle I'ma fuck it- put the hook back right there boo [Chorus: Loaded Lux] Flying off the handle I'ma fuck it up and leave the money on the mantle I do what they can't do And you gon' learn to never send a boy to what a man do Lil' mama want my handle And she gon' call me up to do the things that homie can't do And she just got the sample But please don't turn me off I'm on a whole 'nother channel [Outro: Loaded Lux] What you know?