PNTHN – Handy Manny lyrics

[Verse 1: Gulfwey]
None of these niggas tell me what to do
Unless they paying for my shirt and then my pants and then my shoes
Because I bake this bread myself
Master chef
Knife in hand
I call her handy manny
She gettin handsy with these pants
Bald fade I feel like boosie
West side of Port Arthur best believe they tried to shoot me
Sticky icky vickey bet she wish she had more time with me
But If I gave it to her hope that girl don’t think its time for free

[Chorus: Gulfwey]
You better go
You better go
You better go
You better go
Might as well close that door
Might as well grab yo coat
My bruddas don’t want no copper
My bruddas want vvs sittin in gold
You better go
You better go
You better go
You better go
Might as well close that door
Might as well grab yo coat
These niggas don’t want no static
They do it for retweets and reposts

[Verse 2: Kenny Casanova]
Imma creep on ya bitch
Slide to the crib for da meat lil bitch
If u got beef then we can meet lil bitch
U a slave in my whip
Stop that actin b4 I gon and break yo leg wit a wrench
Bitch I paid for your sins
Now you want my paper that ain't makin no sense
California strain can take ya sanity away
She took the key to the paint
Cuz the dick the type demon takin names from the list
Death note
I keep on pissin out petro
Don't over step my head like lego
But tha devils in my had won't let go
She a bad bad bitch they gon dial up tha pig
Ain't no rats, master splint
I ain't pack no cigs but I hand out fizz
Finish dat like my spliff

[Verse 3: Tony Tone]
Pardon lemme park my whip
Need em commas come quick
Never fit in
And the eyes in the back of my head
Could sense some shit
Who you been with bitch
I don't trust nobody
Mind like a shotty
Why I'm wood gripping yuh
Running round the planet that's a
Good distance yuh
Tryna put rom in the off white
Them boys lava
See blood like shark bite
Don't nobody tell me tony take that stage
Dat price won't do it
No no no nobody in this place that's safe when I let loose
Lucid dreaming life paralysis
All I bottle barely manage it
Somebody betta call his manager
Boy I been spazzing out like I'm practicing

[Chorus: Gulfwey]

[Verse 4: twohorizonra]
Fuck yo silly talk
Hoe know really doe let my willy talk
Don’t go trespass on my city block
Hancock damn
That Henny bring many cops
Big demand doe label don’t gimmie props
Sauce gon walk away from you
Bossss gimmie my respect I’m at ya neck
Wit zest like crouton
Front lawn
Get back snatch my chain lil hoe can’t swing on it like Miley Cyrus
Wrecking ball I swing deez nuts they jockin’ level wit dey iris
Sip from pyrex
Touch the the sky
Do or die
Marinate lies
Bitch you know I, mandate disguise
Watch my back bitch bonafide