No Handouts (TID2) lyrics

[Intro]
My n*gga 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 b*tch 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 n*gga from the hood
Shoot a n*gga in his face like I'm hood
You broke as hell, frustrated
Your whole outfit outdated
I'll leave you missin' in Malaysia
n*gga mad his raps don't work
I'll wave the wrist, leave his feelings hurt
I bet both my wrists gon' work
n*gga, 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 b*tch said she don't sell pus*y
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 b*tch don't like the new b*tch
Her new man, he don't do sh*t
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 b*tch know I'm drunk, still wan' f*ck
Two tone Rollie, lemme hold it up
Shut the f*ck up, you f*ck up my thoughts
b*tch, you know how much sh*t I bought?
Get a n*gga killed for the top
I'm fresh as hell and that's my fault
[Verse 2]
Brainstorm went crazy on the beat!
Uh huh
b*tch, I'm ballin', ho
I ain't callin' sh*t, I might call auntie, unc, or call the stove
Book that b*tch 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 di*k, pull up to my show
I'll get a n*gga killed, I'll turn to Jim Jones
I don't want no pretty b*tch, I don't want no sadistic b*tch
I need a ratchet b*tch, a hood b*tch, grimy b*tch
My girlfriend like robbin' n*ggas, 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 f*ck I say 'cause that's the kind I like
n*gga, get the f*ck up out my face, this Glock the kind I like
My n*gga Brainstorm did this beat!