No Hand Outs Lyrics

(Man you motherfuckers just be talking too much, man)

(Keep it silent, keep it solid)

Do what you do little homie, just don't speak on it

Man said he wanted the tree fronted, put them on now he keep coming

Put em' on now he keep coming, that's how it work when you feed something

Up the choppa get his feet running, keep a stick like a blind man I ain't seen nothing

Pussy boy I don't need nothing, building up with no hand outs

Look at him with his hands out, man I could never understand how

Kinda feeling like the man now, bitch I'm feeling like the man now

Fuck with gang, it's a man down, get blammed down, look

They keep talking woo woo shit but, they don't ever boom boom shit

My brother a demon, he on voodoo shit, bitch I might just pull up to Ruth's Chris

I'm hungry, got a big appetite, eyes on the prize got cash in sight

Got hoes on me like Magic Mike, just last night I smashed a dike

She said it felt wrong, but the ass was right, bitch I'm cut up like Mac the Knife

Like Genghis Khan it's a savage life, trying to come up brodie pass the dice

Yea, trying to come up brodie pass the dice

Bitch we coming for the lavish life, get in the way, that's bad advice

Nah, I wouldn't recommend it

Ain't no way you could reprehend it, feds hot it's an epidemic

Another OD, quick send a medic, counting new money yea I bet I spend it

Bitch I stay high, threw the tre five in the wood now I feel replenished

Do what you do little homie, just don't speak on it

Man said he wanted the tree fronted, put em' on now he keep coming

Put em' on now he keep coming, that's how it work when you feed something

Up the choppa get his feet running, keep a stick like a blind man I ain't seen nothing

Pussy boy I don't need nothing, building up with no hand outs

Look at him with his hands out, man I could never understand how

Kinda feeling like the man now, bitch I'm feeling like the man now

Fuck with gang, it's a man down, get blammed down, look

40 ain't from out the box, but believe it'll Pack A Punch

Bitch was hungry, she gave me top, she ain't even have to pack a lunch

I been progressing to the top, passing y'all is like passing blunts

How the fuck I got the game on lock and I ain't even have to practice once?

When's all the pussy shit gon stop, wearing bitch clothes ain't a fashion stunt

That boy a bitch I cut him off, I knew it dog, I had a hunch

Found out my ex bitch was a thot, had to go and give her ass a punt

Shit been really adding up a lot, so I had to go subtract a bunch

Bitch only the finer things when I shop, I ain't into that average stuff

I'm on go mode, homie round the clock, I don't get to relax enough

Listen, closely, what can you do girl show me

Spit on the dick when you blow D, now hop up ride it like a pony

All a youngin know, clock the cheddar

I want white money, want parmesan, want mozarella

And I ain't gon let up until my money longer than a Rockefeller's, nah

Bitch there ain't no letting up, a youngin hot, no wonder they sweating us

Everyday I keep a weapon tucked, cause they really plotting on the death of us

Do what you do little homie, just don't speak on it

Man said he wanted the tree fronted, put em' on now he keep coming

Put em' on now he keep coming, that's how it work when you feed something

Up the choppa get his feet running, keep a stick like a blind man I ain't seen nothing

Pussy boy I don't need nothing, building up with no hand outs

Look at him with his hands out, man I could never understand how

Kinda feeling like the man now, bitch I'm feeling like the man now

Fuck with gang, it's a man down, get blammed down, look