Handouts

I showed them love
And they ain't never really care
I had stop calling on them
Cause they ain't never there
I had enough
Calculating all my steps
Told me charge it to the game
But the game ain't playing fair
Like wassup

See my homie, he had switched
Talking bout we locked in
But I realized he a bitch
I can't never give em none
We had plans on getting rich
My girl realer than these niggas
Say no, they catching fits

They be always wanting handouts
Saying fuck me, but in person they be fanned out
I was stressing, smoked the zip until I ran out
Ima turn up with the guys and give my mans clout
That's what the fam bout

We been yelling gang gang
Ghetto angels watching on me
Me and Scooby from the same place
Since jits forever that's my homie

I ain't going, he ain't beside me
It's in my blood, IV/Ivey
We forever booted up
You see it on my ID

I had learned it from the trenches
Same place I told fuck you, who I'm kin with
Ion trust em, fuck them niggas stand on business
And they gone try to come around like we ain't in this
Nigga I been this, I been that

That nigga that stand on business, I won't say shit
I been that
Ion let them come around cause they gone play me
I give back
I'm the hope, I'm having what you need
I did that
This bougie dick, I make her beg me please

I showed them love
And they ain't never really care
I had stop calling on them
Cause they ain't never there
I had enough
Calculating all my steps
Told me charge it to the game
But the game ain't playing fair
Like wassup

See my homie, he had switched
Talking bout we locked in
But I realized he a bitch
I can't never give em none
We had plans on getting rich
My girl realer than these niggas
Say no, they catching fits

They be always wanting handouts
Saying fuck me, but in person they be fanned out
I was stressing, smoked the zip until I ran out
Ima turn up with the guys and give my mans clout
That's what the fam bout



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Writer(s): Derrick Fleming
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