Artist: Lil Durk Album: Love Songs For the Streets Song: Handouts Typed by: AZ Lyrics Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches I do it for poverty A lot of street niggas in fuckin' with me you know? (Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?) Real gang man No I don't want yo' apologizes No, I don't drink on no Qualitest My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it How you turn 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 [?] look at the people 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 bitch house Now I take shits in a big house I never carried the field I gotta outwork my pills I gotta suck on the test I'm in the gutter for real I love my brother for real That was the pill 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 months I mix Chanel with the Fetty Shawty will kill you for singin' Shawty be lit with the bitch And I fucked twice in the Hemy FNs tucked in the denims High speed high speed I lost guns in the [?] And I put drugs in my mental No I don't want yo' apologizes No I don't drink on no Qualitest My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it How you turn 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 [?] look at the people 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 after 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 Fuck 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 now I'm a ride with the Glock I kill for my brothers who for me I hate when niggas say you love me Deep down wanna plug me See me down be a bummy You were my nigga til the trust I can't trust 'em If I ever see 'em now I screamin' fuck 'em I ain't fuckin' with no fool shit He see me now he won't do shit And I'm ridin' with my gang No I don't want yo' apologizes No I don't drink on no Qualitest My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it How you turn 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 [?] look at the people you played Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts Ain't lookin' for no handouts