Lyrics Hand to Hand by Don Toliver

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 n***as wanna see me in jail
Now these n***as wanna send me to hell
I got my b*t*h 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 n***as wanna see me in jail
Now these n***as wanna sеnd me to hell
I got my b*t*h 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 b*t*h 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' f**k around and drop ya
Paid the ticket like a motherf**king mobster
Pull up in phantom, no opera (Skrrt)
Broke your b*t*h for a bag of [?]
I know she need the new sponsor
She want a boss, so can't nothing stop her
Took that 'lil b*t*h out for shrimp and pasta
She f**k with me, 'cause she know he imposter
I let her eat, she workin' for lobster
Addy Daddy, I'm a motherf**king 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 b*t*h, 'cause I need a foster
Speed racing in an Aston Martin
Hood n***a f**k a b*t*h 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
N***as chase a young n***a, we flossin'
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these n***as wanna see me in jail
Now these n***as wanna send me to hell
I got my b*t*h 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 n***as wanna see me in jail
Now these n***as wanna send me to hell
I got my b*t*h in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a [?] for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well

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 b*t*hes, young n***a I got 'em (Yeah)
FaceTime with your b*t*h in a Prada
Tell the truth, it wasn't hard to spot her
I got that a** when we went to Salada
Later then, she was callin' me papa (Yeah)
Play a game, then n***a, I'll pop ya (Uh)
[?], by the way, I got options (Uh)
Sell the water with the lean, I'll [?]
Three [?], yeah n***a, I got 'em
Gucci flops, so I'm f**kin' 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 n***a keep a nine on him (Yeah)
You know I'm never really lackin' (Uh)
Lame n***a steady tactics (Uh)
I got your b*t*h, 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 sh*t (Skrrt)
I f**k sh*t 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 n***as wanna see me in jail
Now these n***as wanna send me to hell
I got my b*t*h 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 n***as wanna see me in jail
Now these n***as wanna send me to hell
I got my b*t*h in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a [?] for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well