Handout (feat. Yhung T.O. & OMB Peezy)

Brotha told me that you fake, then tryna act like you real

If you ever try to play me, bullets clap from the steel

Stackin' hunds to the racks, from the racks to a mill

Out the way for a minute, now, we back doin' drills

Fuck the feds, they don't care, if you Black, you get killed

And nothin' happened to them punk ass ****

Heard **** want me gone so I clutched that pistol

Wrong move, right time and I'll bust that missile

Gave up on nobody, y'all just pushed me away

High as hell, wonderin' where it took me today

And she might get the dick, ain't no pussy in my face

You a bitch, I could tell by the look on your face

Keep a down bitch, ****, money make a day buster

Nah, we ain't lackin', four-oh for the face crusher

Closed mouths, yeah, you know the rest, ****, say somethin'

Boys asked where a **** stay, bitch, I stay thuggin'

**** want me gone so a pole, bitch, I stay clutchin'

Bitch said I broke her heart, I ain't break nothin'

Huh? ****, what? ****, say somethin'

Fuck **** talkin' behind my back and they stay frontin'

Nerd **** won't spray nothin'

If you stand up for what you believe, ****, say somethin'

You ain't doin shit, don't say nothin'

****, fuck a handout, all this money, go make some

You **** ain't applying no pressure

.30 clip got three more extra

Speakin' down, most **** know better

For the ones that don't, lil' bro gonna stretch you

You **** ain't applying no pressure

Hit yo block, eat breakfast, eat the choppa like salt and pepper

Ooh, bullets rainin' through your umbrella, FN light as a feather

Help me chase you down, nah, I'm better

Whoever feelin' competitive, tell 'em we 'bout whatever competition

Get to leadin', put heaters over my brotha

Brotha tellin' me Peezy be easy, we gotta cuff her

These **** flexin' but not be believin' we had the muscle

Ooh, but not believin' we from the jungle, from the mud

Not hard to believe that we doin' numbers

Lil bitch, it ain't hard to believe that he tellin' on ya, get some money

Watch how many people start tryna throne ya, yeah

Y'all fuck **** know better

Don't slide, tryna apply no pressure

Please tell your shooter he should be more careful

I forgot he dead, ain't shit that you could tell him, Peezy

Nerd **** won't spray nothin'

If you stand up for what you believe, ****, say somethin'

You ain't doin shit, don't say nothin'

****, fuck a handout, all this money, go make some

You **** ain't applying no pressure

.30 clip got three more extra

Speakin' down, most **** know better

For the ones that don't, lil' bro gonna stretch you