Kei - no handouts (feat. BoriRock)

Bitch I don't need no handouts, cause I am the man now
Known in my city, you know that I stand out
Spitting that shit that you just can not handle (uh)
Flipping it just like a sandal
I build it up, break it down, and dismantle
You would've thought that I had it all planned out
Bitch I'm the shit, if you didn't get the memo
Got a slim thick yin with the fat toes
I'll lick on her feet, and her asshole
She belongs to the streets, don't be mad bro
Got along with the zingz, cause the cash flow
1st and the 15th when I get clean
Thirsty bitch fiend, can't get nothing from me
Make a bad bitch buss like a AR15
When my bag do come, don't claim you know me
Ion know you niggas, don't know you bitches
Ion owe you niggas, don't owe you bitches
Goofy lil' niggas tryna fuck my women
Unwavy muh fucka, we be laughing at ya pictures
Bitch let me slide, she ain't ask for permission
Ya'll niggas bout' to fall off, that's my premonition
Only time you seen a key was in the ignition
Link my nigga kei, this a wavy transition
Bitch I don't need no handouts, cause I am the man now
Known in my city, you know that I stand out
Spitting that shit that you just can not handle (uh)
Flipping it just like a sandal
I build it up, break it down, and dismantle
You would've thought that I had it all planned out
Bitch I'm the shit, if you didn't get the memo
Lil' ass shorty from the Bean, so that mean you know that I'm wicked
Bitch you want to know how I'm living
I'm bout to run up this money, I'm getting these digits
Know how I pull up and switch it
Watching my movement cause I'm getting to it, I'm turning and I'm in my pivot
You just don't get it
Bitches been talking that shit since a jit, straight from the beginning
I'm really with it
(Ooh, ooh)
Like it, this shit is expensive
And I ain't talking bout swag
I'm talking bout' when I pull up in the Cad, windows tinted
And it's authentic
They know I handle my business
I start it, then I'm gonna finish
And if you ask how I do it, I wish that I knew it
I just know that a shorty gifted
Bitch I don't need no handouts, cause I am the man now
Known in my city, you know that I stand out
Spitting that shit that you just can not handle (uh)
Flipping it just like a sandal
I build it up, break it down, and dismantle
You would've thought that I had it all planned out
Bitch I'm the shit, if you didn't get the memo

Written by:
Keianna Richardson

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