No Handout ft. #LuvSo_ Lyrics

I used to have love for the nigga, but now I don't fuck with the nigga

Rule number one, don't you ever put trust in a nigga, they don't really fuck with you, nigga

Live by the gun and you probably gon' die by the gun, and I know that ain't fun for a nigga

I used to lay in the bushes with 30's and shotties and wait just to stump me a nigga

I was the nigga who stood on his own, if I want it, I took it, no handout

I can't leave out the house without loading my blicky, 'cause I can't get caught with my pants down

I was rolling around off 6 of the pills, got a call from my mama, my mans down

If it's up, then it's up, I won't stand down

I ain't dapping you up, put your hand down

I'm smoking these woods for the stress, 'cause I know where I was, but I know I'm the man now

And some of the shit that I did leave a nigga depressed, but I am what I am now

Think I need to go pop me some Xans now

If he talk like he hot, he get fanned down

And I know that I'm good from the shoulders, but these niggas pussy, won't fight like a man now

But I got a gang full of shooters that give you a round of applause like they fans now

Can't shoot 'less I am for the head now

But fuck it, we back to the bread now

I know I strike fear in these niggas whenever they see me, they putting they heads down

I been 'bout my business, you know that I'll be in attendance as long as the bread 'round

I used to have faith in my potna, but now I can't trust him, he act like a Fed now

I used to be starving, I used to be hungry, but now a young nigga fed now

Paranoid when I'm all alone, pistol sleep with me in the bed now

You to give out more than I ever received, but that shit dead now

So I just stay by my lonely, that's real shit

I go bananas they that I peel shit

Smoke 'tiI choke and I no longer feel shit

Know what they deal is, know what the deal

Keep my eyes open 'cause I'm watching for the snitches

Niggas say they real, but they gossip like some bitches

I keep it on the low, don't let nobody know

You know these niggas talking, they be worser than these hoes

I'm stacked up with my bros, and ain't nobody switching

We getting to the paper 'cause you know my palms is itching

You can smell what I'm smoking soon as I let down the window

Give me fifty feet, shawty, you don't want no issue

I'm shitting, bitch, where my tissue

Bye, bitch, I won't miss you

I don't get you, I don't feel you, I can't make no money with you

I used to have love for the nigga, but now I don't fuck with the nigga

Rule number one, don't you ever put trust in a nigga, they don't really fuck with you, nigga

Live by the gun and you probably gon' die by the gun, and I know that ain't fun for a nigga

I used to lay in the bushes with 30's and shotties and wait just to stump me a nigga

I was the nigga who stood on his own, if I want it, I took it, no handout

I can't leave out the house without loading my blicky, 'cause I can't get caught with my pants down

I was rolling around off 6 of the pills, got a call from my mama, my mans down

If it's up, then it's up, I won't stand down

I ain't dapping you up, put your hand down

I'm smoking these woods for the stress, 'cause I know where I was, but I know I'm the man now

And some of the shit that I did leave a nigga depressed, but I am what I am now