HANDOUT (FEAT. YIKES)

F*ck the notion yeah Bitches on My Dick for promotion yeah Never taking 'Ls no demotion yeah Running to the Money got location yeah I got location yeah I don't care, if You want a handout go to Your Peers Bitch don't come My way, I go leave You in tears I squeeze You and trash You like Your sheet questioners I'm coming from the South South Nigga I Moved into the South Side I Ran up in Your House I need a Referee the way I hit it get Her Mouth wide open I'm stroking She hold the Sofa but stay in motion focused They say that They with it but flip like Motorola's Always on time, always on time 'Al of a sudden He's talking shit 'bout Me bet He'll end up with a colored Eye Bring rain up in Your City if I'm Moses They're surprised The stakes are really upping f*ck up Your rent 'ugh just for high These Niggas talk much when They online Pull up in a drop top oh Me oh My Kicking My Shoes up, f*ck if 'theyon't mind Regular Nigga but I could go mindless Mine is sipping low key with the blinders closed Don't do the talking I rhyme with those Like I make computers, designer clothes Negative energy, minus those I've been ecstatic for weeks So don't rewind Me to all long time ago She do a show for Me and She keep whining really My mind is blown(blown) Beat on My line it's gone (Gone) Weed all the time I'm gone I been thinking since I came to life why do You think these lines are grown I don't know if its Me But My Friends these days ain't Friendly, ain't Friendly(they ain't friendly yeah) Gave Your main Bitch Dick now She coming back thanking Me like God And I blessed Her Do not talk of My shit like i'm lazy Bitch I ain't lazy, the shit in My head is driving Me crazy You cant contest with Your Demons when Your drowsy Cause double cup sipping, double cup sipping RIP to all the Niggas sleeping on Me back then How You like Me now, acting like You pop 'xens yeah Flipping and dodging 'popo yeah moving in stealth And never catch Me slipping, always moving with the 'e Let Me be, running to money so manner-less F*ck all that smiling and comedy (yeah yeah) I cant pretend for no Bitch that is lying to Me Yeah I take My time Bitch don't kill My vibe Running to the cash Slowly I don't crash now F*ck the notion yeah Bitches on My Dick for promotion yeah Never taking 'Ls no demotion yeah Running to the Money got location yeah I got location yeah I don't care, if You want a handout go to Your Peers Bitch don't come My way, I go leave You in tears I squeeze You and trash You like Your sheet questioners I'm coming from the South South Nigga