Andrew Meoray - Hand Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Zero] f** whoever's hating Cause we've been trying to win Started off with nothing It's time that we begin I've seen her at my show Grabbed me, said she off the liquor Got a bad b**h out in L.A Skipping school to be a stripper One time that I had to stunt I've got heat, now they mad as f** I heard your b**h listened to my CD from the front to back Then back to front Then front to back Then back to front, again I've been going up, again I heard that all my old hoes want to f** again I've heard all the local rappers, I don't f** with them I mean, I ain't trying to be stuck with them And she's been at my concert Acting like she knows me Sent a couple pictures Said she couldn't wait to show me Hell no No, I don't need you Tell your b**h that I need room And you mad as hell that your girlfriend's a groupie Taking pics in the green room, motherf**er [Pre-Hook: Zero] I see the ones that used to hate, they want to hang now And when I'm walking by, y'all acting like my maid now So let me make it very clear, and by faking When a mirror's going to keep you in the same place that you stay, now [Hook: Zero] Dick only thing a b**h want from me Money only thing a b**h want from me And all y'all haters better run from me Cause I don't want y'all company I said, dick only thing a b**h want from me Money only thing a b**h want from me And all y'all haters better run from me Cause I don't want y'all company, oh no [Verse 2: Jermie Falcone] I heard your mixtape's a broken lighter, you've got no flames Chains stay [?] when it's gold time I don't play no games Tinder flows, just swiping right Soul-searching for some f**ing stranger This Adderall, up in the bathroom stall got me off the walls I'm 'bout to go insane Trying to get rich, man, why they look over me? Back in your b**h and I'm all in the ovaries Chills down the spine, man, ain't no one as cold as me Say what I want, there ain't no one controlling me Really say whatever I want Your grandma [?] my nuts Grabbing on her bu*t while we hit the blunt Like "Please shut up" Glaucoma got her all f**ed up, sorry! These other girls, [?] , yeah they're decent We can drift off every night, every weekend Be our little secret, I'm being facetious Saying "use your head" she thinks I'm thinking with my penis, oh man [Pre-Hook: Zero] I see the ones that used to hate, they want to hang now And when I'm walking by, y'all acting like my maid now So let me make it very clear, and by faking When a mirror's going to keep you in the same place that you stay, now [Hook: Zero] Dick only thing a b**h want from me Money only thing a b**h want from me And all y'all haters better run from me Cause I don't want y'all company I said, dick only thing a b**h want from me Money only thing a b**h want from me And all y'all haters better run from me Cause I don't want y'all company, oh no [Verse 3: Andrew Meoray] Back up (x5) You ain't fooled me, yet, always Acting (x4) Like you know me, yeah f** it, bout to drive and drunk Driving like a winner Always in the cut, don't slow it up No time for write-ups Feeling like the man, goddamn Cause y'all [?] the sh**, goddamn But your girl's asking me for a pic I can tell by your face, there's a [?] in the sake, goddamn Cut you off, it don't mean nothing Getting money and it keeps coming Never cussing cause she's team oven Stop hating, b**h, do something Ain't a rapper but I'm spitting facts Most of y'all don't know how to act Scratch that, y'all are whack Y'all be hating right behind my f**ing back I go and get it and I never sweat it Cause I live for it and I die by it So keep quiet cause me and Jerm and Zero Money coming through to start a riot, goddamn