Young & Handsome lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, 'cause you're bein' June right now, June be on bullsh*t
Lil' b*tch, she was grindin' on my sh*t, hol' up
Grindin' on my, look
June onna beat, June onna beat
Grindin' on my sh*t, hol' up

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch, she was grindin' on my sh*t, ayy
Break it down, I got a science to that sh*t, ayy
If we f*ck, just keep it quiet if I hit, bae
I know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy
Give me head, gang slidin' in this Benz, ayy
"Man, that n*gga ain't sh*t," is what your friends say
I know you heard 'bout a n*gga 'cause I'm lit, ayy
Rich, ratchet, young, handsome motherf*cker, ayy

[Verse 1]
f*ck and kick her out, nutted on the couch
f*ckin' out of town, might f*ck in the hotel lounge
Give my Glock CPR, that's mouth to mouth
I do expensive drugs and I don't see a drought
Call my migo, told him give it to me pure and don't be stompin' on my brick, ayy
Told her lick it clean, then get sloppy with that di*k, ayy
All in all, I bet you get the point like it was clickbait
All in all, I make that work flip like it's grip tape
I bake that work, whip so good, got to switch plates
I put that di*k in her jaw 'til her chin break
They score me ten with this nine, n*gga get ate
Area 51 my dealership place
Ratchet ass b*tch wanna f*ck and let her friends see
When the first pack touched down, then it hit me
b*tches love a clean motherf*cker that get filthy
Knowin' that you shouldn't mix Patrón with the Henny
[Pre-Chorus]
Money on my mind and my time isn't sweet, ayy
Eatin' pus*y with these diamonds in my teeth, ayy

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch, she was grindin' on my sh*t, ayy
Break it down, I got a science to that sh*t, ayy
If we f*ck, just keep it quiet if I hit, bae
I know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy
Give me head, gang slidin' in this Benz, ayy
"Man, that n*gga ain't sh*t," is what your friends say
I know you heard 'bout a n*gga 'cause I'm lit, ayy
Rich, ratchet, young, handsome motherf*cker, ayy

[Verse 2]
I know you like that
Left for a second, then I came right back
Cold as ice pack, eyes Japanese from the flight pack
Where the dice at? She wanna sing, get my mic checked
Then I pipe that, I go to work
I called my migo, told him give it to me pure and don't be stompin' on my brick, ayy
Told her lick it clean, then get sloppy with that di*k, ayy
All in all, we chuggin' alcohol, I can't see straight
Blowin' all these bands on a n*gga and a b*tch, wait
She want me inside her ovaries
She wanted the di*k, she run from the di*k
Why are you hidin' from me?
Doin' ratchet ass sh*t with a ratchet ass b*tch
And a loaded ratchet on me
I ain't crackin' no beer, I ain't sippin' no English, my n*gga, but pass the forty
f*ck it up when I'm faded, loaded
Took in her the bathroom at the house party to f*ck until the door knock
From the three point line at the buzzer, I am a sure shot
These n*ggas stealin' the drip, I'm just takin' your thot
Third or fourth bottle, your stomach is where I pour it out
[Pre-Chorus]
Money on my mind and my time isn't sweet, ayy
Eatin' pus*y with these diamonds in my teeth, ayy

[Chorus]
Bad b*tch, she was grindin' on my sh*t, ayy
Break it down, I got a science to that sh*t, ayy
If we f*ck, just keep it quiet if I hit, bae
I know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy
Give me head, gang slidin' in this Benz, ayy
"Man, that n*gga ain't sh*t," is what your friends say
I know you heard 'bout a n*gga 'cause I'm lit, ayy
Rich, ratchet, young, handsome motherf*cker, ayy