The Hand Off Lyrics by Skyzoo & Torae in Barrel Brothers Album.
The Hand Off Lyric
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, stir up the pot cooking,
Leave out the block shooking
I’m original, the bad broads and the cops looking.
You got the drop ...
Call us a not hook ‘em!
Take your shit, scrape your bitch,
Leave, and ditch out Brooklyn!
Make it without ...
Raised in the projects, and not care
The pigs come knocking, he not here!
Lone, it is not fair
Vivid, but not clear
Never had nothing, bags up, I’m in not shape
Mastered unruly, sex her like truly
.. with no plan, no truly,
Just air her one truly,
Ain’t... one to me.
Microphone check: one, to me
I need the young... young to me
Young Britney, come do me!
Oops, I did it again,
The 80 is just a kid with a pin
In present day just to make in a Benz
Who got snaps on a patrol?
Kicks still the same, they’re just retro
Let’s go!
Yo, yo
My first time outside a broad
Was outside Jamaica Queens
Follow in a pond was my outline to make a scene
First 48, couple days I grew a name.
She told her friends the way I stepped in it,
They start to calling me an elephant.
My delivery never seen, like Biggie Blue was referring.
Glocked her lyrically, I drop murder wizardly
My block murder literally.
One way or another... in better shoes
Nowadays you’d be surprised how much clapping in the errand gets you
The shit is a thirst trap like it’s a Harry picture
Learn the jewels over Ronny Jordan loops
Pops read the final call,
Block stayed behind the wall.
And my number never change,
Just the motherfuckers calling it.
My jumper never change,
Just the spots where I can water it
I’m right around the corner, that block is right in front the store with it
You’re see in orange glow, or whatever color my artery is
Rick James, bitches!
My bitch frame vicious
The only thing meaner is how I kick games switchers.
Back in ..in the tenth range dipping
Parked the front....
The simple life is ....
