Hand It Lyrics

In a sandpit, My guys hand it Execute and land it, give my baby land it

It's all Angie, let you mange it Killing package, no carpet

Spitting pure carpet Doing damage, spitting garbage

Bag it, I ain't boasting or bragging Giving world of witnesses the damage

Like carnage, like a savage Middle of the field like Stanich, Robbie Savage

I spit classic, 90s and 2k What do you say, every day's a new day

What a day, every day she prays She got the bars at LA, the beats getting slayed

I've been played in my heyday, now it's mayday Like what do they say, pimping like Jay

Saturday night Wayne, linking girls like Drake

Could never ever be a fake For goodness sake, what will it take to make or break

Eruption like a earthquake Fuck the Jakes and all the little snakes

Point fifties with the rake Took my girl out on a date

Hold weight, Catherine Tate Told her I won't be late

Stood in a grate Pitching to an owner crate

Crumbs through a grate Silence all the hate

Been thinking of late Lost a lot of weight

Smoking slate United like the states

Me and all my mates Check the bars I say

With the bars that I play And the bars that I lay

No games Born in the tames

Used to roll with James Pick another name

Another to shame Getting shamed, getting lame

You were kinda lame That wasn't my aim

It wasn't my game It's not the plane

The only game that I'm playing is to make pea

The only game that I'm playing is to make money

Sandpit, my guy's handy Execute and land it

Live again or gang it I saw Angie, like Jumanji

She came with the package No cappage, split like cabbage

No garbage, boy, just hand it Like a baguette

I ain't busting, I'm bragging Giving United like damage

Carnage like Savage Middle of the field like Stanich

Robbie Savage Spit classics, nineties and 2k

Wait to see what I say It's a new day

Every day she prays Check the bars I lay

The beat's getting slayed I've been played with my heyday

That's my mayday And what you say

Pimpin' like Jay Tatted like Wayne

Talk to the girls like Drake Never be a fake

For goodness sake We need to make our break

You look like an earthquake Fuck the Jakes

And all the snakes Partying fifties with the rake

It's Mikey Mikey Day