Handsome

Hook:

Used to rock the phoney Guccis with the Samsung
Now we wear the phoney Guccis with the Samsung
Verbal Uzi to your hoodie, get the ransom
Bitches used to call us ugly, now we handsome
Run up to your homie, ask him what's the anthem
Police sirens blaring, we just call it tantrum
If you you touch my money, you'll be ready dead, son
Shawty say she lonely and she thinks I'm handsome


Verse 1:

Haters show me love when I come through, it's random
Pussy niggas smiling in my face, it's fandom
Shawty wanna gimme neck without the hands on
Bitches in my city throw their titties, round'em
Came into the set, hopped into the jet
Writing up a cheque, that was intellect
Shawty love the pecs, say it may her wet
But I know the money make her show respect
I been riding through my city in the phantom
Niggas jealous cause I'm witty and I'm handsome
Got they bitches lookin at me like they found some
Shawty I'm a loyal nigga, put your pants on
Only girl I love doesn't love me back, wow
Yeah, that shit hurts, heart forever lack, wow
If you catch me slippin when you bring the strap, wow
Imma catch you slippin when you fade to black, blaww

Hook:

Used to rock the phoney Guccis with the Samsung
Now we wear the phoney Guccis with the Samsung
Verbal Uzi to your hoodie, get the ransom
Bitches used to call us ugly, now we handsome
Run up to your homie, ask him what's the anthem
Police sirens blaring, we just call it tantrum
If you you touch my money, you'll be ready dead, son
Shawty say she lonely and she thinks I'm handsome


Verse 2:

Handsome
Roll it back
Quarter-back
Fully back
Shawty back
Had to hit it from the back
She be riding when I'm up, in the kitchen, on the couch
On the counter, after banter, I don't really give a fuck
Shawty say she wanna suck, checked my phone
Theory called, had to call my nigga back
"Xene, wassup?"
Nothing much, chillin back, really back
"First of all..."
Theory told me he just got a platinum plaque, for a track, that he did, way back
In the day, when we weren't getting paid, for this rap shit
Now these bitches think they got it made
Yous a side-chick, bitch I run the city everyday
Niggas hide quick, when they see us coming we don't play
Having lunch, having brunch, with execs
Trynna sign a nigga cheques
But I'm signing all my cheques
And I'm reppin' for the west
And I'm coming with the Tec
And I'm coming for your necks
All my heroes take a rest
R.I.P to homie X

Hook:

Used to rock the phoney Guccis with the Samsung
Now we wear the phoney Guccis with the Samsung
Verbal Uzi to your hoodie, get the ransom
Bitches used to call us ugly, now we handsome
Run up to your homie, ask him what's the anthem
Police sirens blaring, we just call it tantrum
If you you touch my money, you'll be ready dead, son
Shawty say she lonely and she thinks I'm handsome