Foolio – “Handle Business” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Musical artist, Foolio premieres the visual for the “Handle Business” track co-produced by Yung Dee & Neil Muglurmath. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Foolio Handle Business

Foolio – Handle Business (prod. Yung Dee & Neil Muglurmath)

Lyrics

[Intro]
[?], baby, 6
One of one
(What’s the word, C4?)
Premeditated murder, all that
Stand over here and (Stand over)
Tryna handle business

[Verse]
We gon’ slide time to handle business
I see karma everywhere, plus I feel the tension
I got a bag on my head that I forget to mention (Mention)
Paranoid, I’ll kill you if you actin’ different (Actin’ different)
Bro [?], that bitch better not get to, get to hittin’ (Hittin’, hittin’)
Ankle monitor got Cojack stuck back in the trenches (Damn)
Me and [?] got the rods, we be fuckin’ fishin’ (Fishin’)
We got new [?], who doin’ all this killin’? (Who?)
Uncle, I’m a ruff rider, ride with them rifles (Thraah)
A-block on your roof, them niggas aimin’ like some snipers (A-block)
[?] gon’ get to bussin’ if I say that I don’t like you (Bussin’)
In the club clutchin’, I don’t got no time to fight ya (Nah)
Them older niggas pussy and them younger niggas tellin’ (Ayy)
Bitch, I was a savage since I came out my mama belly (No cap)
Got them pounds in the trap, got them choppas in the telly (No cap)
They need to free lil’ [?], that boy story [?] sellin’ (Free boy)
I used to rock LRG, now I’m rockin’ Prada (No cap)
It was AND1, now I’m rockin’ Balenciaga (No cap)
I feel like Kendrick Austin when I hop out with that choppa
And rest in peace to Eight, he was a real opp droppa (Ayy)
Park the car, let me out and cut off the lights (The lights)
Askin’ God when we drill, will we make it back? (God)
Killed yo’ brother, that boy Zaza, we gon’ roll him tight (Zaza), uh
Wilding, livin’ reckless, gamblin’ with my life (With my life, ayy)
I knew all the consequences, still shook the dice (Shook the dice)
They knew Rod K had a son, still took his life (Fuck), uh
No, I can’t die, don’t believe the hype (‘lieve the hype, ayy)
I got voodoo on my body, don’t need to sacrifice (Nah)
I was fightin’ PBS, now I’m rockin’ VVS (VVS’)
17, fell in love with my lil’ Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson)
And I spent like eighteen-hundred on these new Giuseppe’s (Giuseppe’s), uh
Fuck an elevator, all my niggas steppin’ (Niggas steppin’)
You say you gangster, nigga, slide, in Cali with the violence (Ayy)
Pussy, you ain’t shoot a gun when your brother died (Brother died)
On the 6 with the bricks, this shit suicide (Suicide)
I fuck with A’s, fuck with V’s, bitch, the mob tied (Mob tied, nigga, ayy, that’s on gang)

[Outro]
That’s on gang

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