TiFaJay - No Handouts

Coming with they hand out but ion need one
Yeah
Yeah
They coming with they hand out but I don't need one
Brodie ran up so much off the scams he hitting refunds
Same way that he try to run up on us we gon leave em'
I got killers up on speed dial they steady creepin'
I just spent a band up on these kicks don't care to crease em'
Bad bitch in all rhude yeah she a mean one
Before you get to me you gotta give the team some
Promethazine with codiene can't sip
the green one
I'm boutta lock in
I ain't boutta book no show unless the Glock in
You gotta pay a band upfront just for the walk in
I told the plug make sure I'm first right when the wock in
Put a bag up on his head now his ass a walking bank
Everything I smoke is gas hit harder than that nigga Tank
If the Glock ain't in the club then best believe we got the shank
Lil nigga you a pup this street shit really got ranks
I done really ran it up I turned my shoe box to a safe
Always give em' what they ask for never counted what I gave
These niggas stabbed me in my back I had to fight through all the pain
All I gotta say is make sure you stack for the rain
Yeah
Stack for the rain you don't know when it's gon come
Stack for the rain if you don't wanna be a bum
They gon sing rain rain go away
Rub it in they face days they laughed up at our pain
Ask a grown man for a plate should be ashamed
Had to make our own lane separate from lames
Had to cut some niggas off it's part of the game
And I rep TiFa forever imma get this shit engraved
Chrome heart ring to the money I'm engaged
And I want that brand new Beamer with the TV entertainment
Stay solid all my life feet glued to the pavement
Do not start a conversation unless it's coming with a payment
Always staying with the gloves on me shout-out Gary Payton
I could put em' on and send a couple bullets Payton Manning
Had to spit my pain up in the mic cause they ain't understanding
Couple niggas wait for me to fall cause I know they can't stand me
I'm trying to run it up and take care of my family
I just want the money nigga fuck a Grammy
You flash a couple bucks these bitches out they panties
The way we gettin in these bows they think it's candy
They coming with they hand out but ion need one
Brodie ran up so much off the scams he hitting refunds
Same way that he try to run up on us we gon leave em'
I got killers up on speed dial they steady creepin'
I just spent a band up on these kicks don't care to crease em'
Bad bitch in all rhude yeah she a mean one
Before you get to me you gotta give the team some
Promethazine with codiene can't sip the green one

Written by:
Jason Teixeira

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