No Handouts! (Outro) Lyrics

I done spent it all at Dolce

Hit a jug, Gabbana

I'm rocking that North Face

I'm up in that Northwest

Bro pushing that damn weight

Holup' they like, "Damn, wait"

Aim it at his damn face

Fuckin' chain that rotate

He all cap that's role-play

Choppa sing like Coldplay

I don't know you, there's no way

I don't know you at all

Money stand real tall

I don't know you at all

She gone fuck it up, damn woah

Seen a opp it's man down

Dumping all the damn rounds

Fuck you mean a handout?

Did this on my own, wow

Bro smoking that damn loud

Choppa it go blam, pow

My car it got fuckin' power

Yeah, I'm up in that fuckin' tower

I might sign a deal and then get fuckin' louder

Fuck a hotel

I might buy a crib while I'm out here

Swervin' in that vette, yeah it's not fair

You is not that guy, you is not him

I'm up in the sky and I'm like god damn

Swervin' on that I, they can't find him

He up in the sky, that's a opp down

I done ran it up now he don't talk now

Worked hard for this shit, on top now

They like "damn woah"

Fuck a fan hoe

She gone fuck it up, damn woah

Seen a opp it's man down

Dumping all the damn rounds

Fuck you mean a handout?

Did this on my own, wow

Bro smoking that damn loud

Choppa it go blam, pow

My car it got fuckin' power

Yeah, I'm up in that fuckin' tower

I might sign a deal and then get fuckin' louder

Fuck a hotel

I might buy a crib while I'm out here