No Handouts (TID2)

Lyrics

[Intro] My nigga Brainstorm did this beat! Uh huh, yeah Phew, yeah Rex! Rex! [Verse] Ain't no handouts, I'm my own boss I don't like talkin' on the phone call With your hand out, what's wrong with him? (Brainstorm went crazy on the beat!) I be on the flight, airplane mode My bitch with me, that's my top shooter Jump out the rental, do somethin' to him Dealing with the pain and anxiety Unc said "Neph, you a prodigy" I'm still that dirty nigga from the hood Shoot a nigga in his face like I'm hood You broke as hell, frustrated Your whole outfit outdated I'll leave you missin' in Malaysia Nigga mad his raps don't work I'll wave the wrist, leave his feelings hurt I bet both my wrists gon' work Nigga, we trapped out stolеn cars Hand to hand, we ain't do fraud Watch your mouth 'fore we knock it off I kickеd her out when she topped me off Glock to yo throat, pause Glock on yo ass like drawers Glock on your head, new era I'll drive a Ford like a Panamera My bitch said she don't sell pussy I'm like "Girl, who you tellin' that to?" I'm like "Girl, grandma ain't raise no fool" I'll pay the bills and pay for the food Last bitch don't like the new bitch Her new man, he don't do shit Kids like "Damn, Neph got a cool whip" Pull up, i8 with two wrists Your baby daddy in debt I'll have him answerin' the door for a check My bitch know I'm drunk, still wan' fuck Two tone Rollie, lemme hold it up Shut the fuck up, you fuck up my thoughts Bitch, you know how much shit I bought? Get a nigga killed for the top I'm fresh as hell and that's my fault [Verse 2] Brainstorm went crazy on the beat! Uh huh Bitch, I'm ballin', ho I ain't callin' shit, I might call auntie, unc, or call the stove Book that bitch a spare flight, I'm still been ballin', ho I ain't even gotta be in my hometown, I'm still throwin' down 4s All my opps can suck a dick, pull up to my show I'll get a nigga killed, I'll turn to Jim Jones I don't want no pretty bitch, I don't want no sadistic bitch I need a ratchet bitch, a hood bitch, grimy bitch My girlfriend like robbin' niggas, that's the kind I like (Yeah) My girlfriend gon' help me bag up, that's the kind I like My girlfriend do what the fuck I say 'cause that's the kind I like Nigga, get the fuck up out my face, this Glock the kind I like My nigga Brainstorm did this beat!