No Hand Outs

[Intro]
Ahdasee

[Chorus: Bingx]
I ain’t lookin’ for no hand outs
I been gettin’ money but I keep it lowkey
I don’t fit in, I stand out
You ain’t in my circle, homie you don’t know me
Fuck with me and it’s man down
You can ask around, the whole hood know me
Stand up, never stand down
I ain’t fuckin’ with no suckas, no bitches, or police
Police

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Uh
Streets talk, the lick mark, the blick dirty
Set, park, I aim, spark, I came early (uh huh)
Real niggas and bad bitches, I’m so official (yeah)
Bought an ounce of the kill, I tuck a dirty pistol *gunshot*
Street tied, we coincide, I’m well acquainted
Couple killas, I never can mention what they name is
Penitentiary chances, my nigga goin’ fed
Told me take carе of his daughter and get his momma bread
Corn fеd, country nigga, great, up in all black
Fall back, I can put you niggas in a hall trap
Blog that, TMZ, Instagram, small cap
Lay your body down under doormat
Execute the plan now
Stay up in your lane, pussy stand down
Fuckin’ with the money, find a man down
You can get your body hymned, then ran down
No hand outs
Uh

[Chorus: Bingx]
I ain’t lookin’ for no hand outs
I been gettin’ money but I keep it lowkey
I don’t fit in, I stand out
You ain’t in the circle, homie you don’t know me
Fuck with me and it’s man down
You can ask around, the whole hood know me
Stand up, never stand down
I ain’t fuckin’ with no suckas, no bitches, or police
Police

[Verse 2: Swisher Sleep]
I ain’t fuckin’ with them suckas and they know this
Do you got Butterfingers? I think I better not throw this
Better when I’m focused, be barkin’, hustle ferocious
Swear you couldn’t walk in my loafers, my shoes is soul less
Hold up and hold this
Better salute me like a veteran
Probably might not sex her, but I bet I get my cheddar in
Straight to it like a medic, that’s my medicine
I’m headed to the pocket that my bread is in, that resume
The west to the south, in the city, the valley we go
The north in this mind, I got rich up there twice in a row
Range trucks sittin’ high, got mine for the low
I respect your hustle, I got mine at a home and I’m so
Certified
Bitch I switch alternate ties
She let me in her crib, her shit might end up burglarized
Grimey lil, find a nickel, hide it, lil tyrant
Since a youngin’, I been comin’ all in silent

[Chorus: Bingx]
I ain’t lookin’ for no hand outs
I been gettin’ money but I keep it lowkey
I don’t fit in, I stand out
You ain’t in my circle, homie you don’t know me
Fuck with me and it’s man down
You can ask around, the whole hood know me
Stand up, never stand down
I ain’t fuckin’ with no suckas, no bitches, or police
Police