[Intro: FN DaDealer]
Nah' mean?
No handouts, you know all this shit out the mud, that mean
On God

[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin’, what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n***a, fuck a drought

[Verse 1: BSlime]
Yeah, I can push a n***a out
N***a beefin' 'bout these bitches from the South
Tryna get a name, n***a want some clout
Screamin’ out, "Gang," but he run his mouth
Big guns on my feet, I’m a motherfuckin' stepper
Five-hundred the sheets, I’ma go head and bend her
She ridin', we ridin', we hoppin' out rentals
Walk down gang, we walk up with n***as, yeah
I got a bitch on thе Westside, call her thе best side
Fuck her too good, the bitch had to tap out
I’m 'bout my business, they done brung a 'Vette out
He want attention, bring diamonds and testin'
I'm a young n***a [?] with the setter
Ride with the Glock but my partner the devil
Hit her with the stick, Tik Tok, gotta shuffle
Bust down chain, all my ice got levels
Fuck with FN, you gon' end up in digits
These Glocks got these switches, we ready to tick it
We takin' the top off the motherfuckin' ceiling
[?] handle the business
These cars ain't rented, a young n***a livin'
I got some ice and I'm [?] jeweler
I could've went plain, but I like to school 'em
They screamin' my name, that young n***a do it
[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n***a, fuck a drought
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n***a, fuck a drought

[Verse 2: FN DaDealer]
Full time rapper, still hang with trappers
Full time clapper, n***a, we get active
Ridin' 'round the city, I be with the jacker
Slidin', got the blicky, tryna catch 'em lackin'
I ran up some shit you can never imagine
They jackin' the swag, got me dippin' and dabbin'
Say you got hit up and don't know what happened
That's what you get for that motherfuckin' lackin'
Pockets on full and I hop out the coupe
You ain't rockin' with me, I ain't rockin' with you
Oh, you poppin' at me? Don't be poppin' at you
All these clips be extended, lil' somethin' like a ruler
I'm still in the streets, gotta watch how I'm movin'
I had to learn how to maneuver
I keep my heat, I still be the coolest
Oh, you a gangster, lil' n***a? Then prove it
Boy, who the fuck is you foolin'?
Empty the clip, finna shoot me a movie
You say that I ain't got it, you gotta be stupid
Ho, I'm a rich kid like Skooly, huh
No handouts, got this shit out the mud, they ain't help me do it
I'm the man now, I done turnt up and I'm drivin' the newest
[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n***a, fuck a drought
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n***a, fuck a drought