Am I really that much to handle?
Breakin' these niggas down like enamel (oh)
Yet I really just blow you out like a candle
Can I really just blow you out like a candle?
You a man, you say you the man (oh)
You say you 'bout it, you say you got it planned (oh)
I really wasn't tryna listen
You say I ain't got no discipline (oh)
And that there, why I wasn't listenin' (oh)

But I need a nigga who can handle me
Oh, I want a, a nigga who can handle me
Oh
Nigga keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me, but nigga, you just a fan of me (fan of me)
Cuff your bitch, nigga
Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin' in it nigga, hit a lick on you
You really tellin' me that I could break you down like a gym, sweat?

Fuck it, and catch me at V-Live
I'll be sippin' D'Usse 'til I dizz-ie
Actin' like he care, he just don't drizz-ive
I be tryna numb the pain, I be so hizz-igh (oh)
Fuck it, you can catch me in the Hills (oh)
Watch me close 'cause I'll be poppin' pills (oh, oh)
All I ask for you to keep it trill (oh)
All I ask for you to keep it real, real, real

Real, real, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Real, real, trill, keep it one hunnid, oh no
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I been fucked up, yeah, yeah
I should keep it trill, trill for me
I should keep it real, real, one hunnid

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alexandra Tjernagel, Aubrey Robinson, Cooper Mcgill, Karim Hutton, Kendall Roark Baily, London Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker