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no handouts (tid2) - rxknephew lyrics

[intro]
my n*gga brainstorm did this beat!
uh huh, yeah
phew, yeah
rex! rex!

[verse]
ain’t no handouts, i’m my own boss
i don’t like talkin’ on the phone call
with your hand out, what’s wrong with him? (brainstorm went crazy on the beat!)
i be on the flight, airplane mode
my b*tch with me, that’s my top shooter
jump out the rental, do somethin’ to him
dealing with the pain and anxiety
unc said “neph, you a prodigy”
i’m still that dirty n*gga from the hood
shoot a n*gga in his face like i’m hood
you broke as h*ll, frustrated
your whole outfit outdated
i’ll leave you missin’ in malaysia
n*gga mad his raps don’t work
i’ll wave the wrist, leave his feelings hurt
i bet both my wrists gon’ work
n*gga, we trapped out stolеn cars
hand to hand, we ain’t do fraud
watch your mouth ‘fore we knock it off
i kickеd her out when she topped me off
glock to yo throat, pause
glock on yo ass like drawers
glock on your head, new era
i’ll drive a ford like a panamera
my b*tch said she don’t sell p*ssy
i’m like “girl, who you tellin’ that to?”
i’m like “girl, grandma ain’t raise no fool”
i’ll pay the bills and pay for the food
last b*tch don’t like the new b*tch
her new man, he don’t do sh*t
kids like “d*mn, neph got a cool whip”
pull up, i8 with two wrists
your baby daddy in debt
i’ll have him answerin’ the door for a check
my b*tch know i’m drunk, still wan’ f*ck
two tone rollie, lemme hold it up
shut the f*ck up, you f*ck up my thoughts
b*tch, you know how much sh*t i bought?
get a n*gga k!lled for the top
i’m fresh as h*ll and that’s my fault
[verse 2]
brainstorm went crazy on the beat!
uh huh
b*tch, i’m ballin’, ho
i ain’t callin’ sh*t, i might call auntie, unc, or call the stove
book that b*tch a spare flight, i’m still been ballin’, ho
i ain’t even gotta be in my hometown, i’m still throwin’ down 4s
all my opps can suck a d*ck, pull up to my show
i’ll get a n*gga k!lled, i’ll turn to jim jones
i don’t want no pretty b*tch, i don’t want no s*d*stic b*tch
i need a ratchet b*tch, a hood b*tch, grimy b*tch
my girlfriend like robbin’ n*ggas, that’s the kind i like (yeah)
my girlfriend gon’ help me bag up, that’s the kind i like
my girlfriend do what the f*ck i say ’cause that’s the kind i like
n*gga, get the f*ck up out my face, this glock the kind i like
my n*gga brainstorm did this beat!

- rxknephew lyrics

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