HOOK He can’t handle me— Too much pressure when I ride that beat. Too much attitude, too much heat, Too much curves for a man that’s weak. He can’t handle me— Body too bad, personality mean. I’m a lil’ nightmare mixed with a dream, Pretty lil’ problem, wicked and clean. VERSE 1 He say he ready, he lying again, This ain’t a snack, boy—this a whole sin. I got him shaking, don’t know where to begin, I break him down, then build him again. Pussy too good, got him talkin’ in tongues, Ride like a demon, lungs on lungs. He try to match me but come undone— I’m too much pressure, way too strong. HOOK He can’t handle me… (repeat) VERSE 2 Throw it too wild, make a grown man fold, He tryna keep up but he moving too old. I like my men nasty, heartless, bold, But even them boys can’t hold my mold. Yeah, I got standards, high as hell, I ring his bell then send him to hell. He say he ready—boy, time will tell, But most of y’all break when I start the spell.
