Solo the Dweeb - Handouts Lyrics

Fell in love with Tesla's
I ain't talking bout no car
Saint Lauren my sneakers
Didn't buy these at the mall
They said I look flee these hoes be tryna get my sauce
Till I leave her lost
Beat her then I'm gone
(Niggas salty and they hating need that heat up in my draws
But my shit too big to carry the whole thing up in my draws
F*ck a handout from you niggas I don't need it I got sauce

I don't need it I got sauce
I don't need it I got sauce)

These jeans came from Tokyo but ain't never been to Japan
This Og I'm blowin On got me high I don't think I'll land
So lowkey with all my dope grabbed a pie and just left the pan
You'd a think that it was soap how it's flying up out my hand
In yo fee-fees for what?
Cuz we be deep and we Buck?
My shirt neat and it's tucked
Gucci tings just because
F*ck I'm popular
Who you talkin to?
If He beefin then he mince meat
That's what the choppas for
I been fiendin for a wink of sleep
Them pills just got me up
Geek so much that it be hittin me
My phone got high ass jumps
Following because she feel the steez
She think she might get love
And some dollars for her pussy? Please
Got me kinda F*cked
Up

Fell in love with Tesla's
I ain't talking bout no car
Saint Lauren my sneakers
Didn't buy these at no mall
They said I look flee these hoes be tryna get my sauce
Till I leave her lost
Beat her then I'm gone
(Niggas salty and they hating need that heat up in my draws
But my shit too big to carry the whole thing up in my draws
F*ck a handout from you niggas I don't need it I got sauce

I don't need it I got sauce