Handle The Tech

[Chorus]
I pull up with the TEC, and I put it at your neck
Not messin' around, and you don't gotta check
At your brain, this bullet's gonna peck
Stop playin' around when I handle the tech
Take one step further and you turn to a smoothie
Bullet fade your hair, gon' give you the Boosie
Crowd get silent when I pull out the Uzi
You slow as a sloth, but I ain't talkin' Goonies
Gettin' this paper, I'm gettin' the racks
Goin' old fashioned, I pull out the ax
You already know, I ain't paying tax
Everything I say definitely facts
Blicky gon' hurt, 'cause I got aim
All of my ammo is not tame
All of your music is kinda lame
You know who I am, I step up the game

[Verse]
Don't try to test me, or you will get hurt
Try to run me up, you'll be in the dirt
Pull up to the function and I pop a perc
Stackin' and stackin', put money to work
Makin these songs, you know they be fire
He drive away, so I pop his tires
I don't tolerate filthy liars
Lock him away, maybe even in the dryer
This song gas, but I ain't even try
Fire a bullet and it go through his eye
Bullet in his chest, and he go into the sky
Going to war, gon' be easy as pie
My family died, I ask, “On Jah?”
I got plans like Osama
Say so much, I need a comma
Shoutout to my boy Obama

[Chorus]
I pull up with the TEC, and I put it at your neck
Not messin' around, and you don't gotta check
At your brain, this bullet's gonna peck
Stop playin' around when I handle the tech
Take one step further and you turn to a smoothie
Bullet fade your hair, gon' give you the Boosie
Crowd get silent when I pull out the Uzi
You slow as a sloth, but I ain't talkin' Goonies
Gettin' this paper, I'm gettin' the racks
Goin' old fashioned, I pull out the ax
You already know, I ain't paying tax
Everything I say definitely facts
Blicky gon' hurt, 'cause I got aim
All of my ammo is not tame
All of your music is kinda lame
You know who I am, I step up the game