笨小笨Handouts歌词由Lil Durk演唱，出自专辑《Love Songs for the Streets》，下面是《Handouts》完整版歌词！
Handouts歌词完整版
Handouts (Explicit) - Lil Durk
Trenches the trenches the trenches the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street n**gas in f**kin' with me you know
Shoutout my n**ga Snapdogg you know
Real gang man
No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don t drink on no Qualitest
My b**ch get the drink she a pharmacist
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood yea stealin' it
How you trade on me how you trade
Was my brother but you left you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
I sit back and look at the people that you played
Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Ain't lookin' for no handouts
I was addicted to shootouts
I'm in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my b**ch house
Now I take sh*ts in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck up the tears
I'm in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
Never depend on the slut
Can't force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 bucks
I mix Chanel with the Fendi
Shawty will kill you for singin'
Shawty be lit with the benjis
And I f**ked twice in the hemy
Fns tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the rental
And I put drugs in my mental
No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don t drink on no qualitest
My b**ch get the drink she a pharmacist
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood yea stealin' it
How you trade on me how you trade
Was my brother but you left you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
I said better look at the people that you played
Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Ain't lookin' for no handouts
We gon' ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled for the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin'
I moved to the a now I'm dabbin'
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin' we isis
F**k whoever don't like it
I nut her face 'cause she triflin'
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn't think I would rise to the top
But I'ma ride with the glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when n**gas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be above me
He were my n**ga 'til the end I can't trust 'em
If I ever see 'em now I screamin' f**k 'em
I ain't f**kin' with no fool sh*t
He see me now he won't do sh*t
I'm ridin' with my gang
No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don t drink on no Qualitest
My b**ch get the drink she a pharmacist
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood yea stealin' it
How you trade on me how you trade
Was my brother but you left you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
I said better look at the people that you played
Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Ain't lookin' for no handouts
