No Hand Outs

(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