Trapway Jayy - Trapway Jayy No handouts (feat. Fattmack) Lyrics

You know you phone with the bad
And you know I ain't never ever coming back
My new hoe ass nigga mad
But before I linked up with that hoe he was fanned out

I'm gone
Ayy
You know you phone with the bad
And you know I ain't never ever coming back

My new hoe ass nigga mad
But before I linked up with that hoe he was fanned out
You know I did the most and got none in return
I gave all of my love till I ran out

Tried to stun on me when I was down
Damn I ain't gotta flex it on the man now
I bet I won't pop a Xan now
Tyler caught a nigga with his panda

I let a nigga come play but I'm ready to spray off a nigga
I know he getting ran down
I remember me and her everyday but I'm posted with the most clan now
In a hunt for a shot got sent over my house

And I would've died but I had ran out
And I'm sorry I really ain't here when you called
I got too high and I passed out
I be praying I don't wake up in jail in the morning

I'm known to get too high and crash out
It's not really okay I'ma still make my bail in the morning
She hit me up just to tell me she haunted
I signed a deal and cashed out on the carding

Everybody got they five in the porting
If a nigga come play he gon' die in the porting
If I ain't getting paid then I'm not in the porting
I'm the type to get rich and go slide in the roaring

I know I gotta keep my five in porting
We post up with all these choppers for fun
I'm never lacking I'ma dial my gun
You treat me like shit when you know I'm the one

If you come calling you know I'ma run
We got a nigga with my spitting image
You wanna beat me you know you my son
Niggas gon' talk all that shit on the media

But when I see him you know that he done
We might pull up drunk on shit like Lebron
You know you phone with the bag
And you know I ain't never ever coming back

My new hoe ass nigga mad
But before I leaned through with that hoe you would find out
You know I did the most and got none in return
I gave all of my love till I ran out

Tried to storm you when I was down
Damn I ain't gotta flex it on the man now
I got better I don't wanna pop a Xan now
Tightly caught a nigga with his pants out

Let a nigga come play boy I'm ready to spray up
A nigga right now he getting ran out
I remember it with me and her everyday
But I'm posting with the most she clan out

But I had ran out
These niggas behind they just fanned out
Ran it up I ain't giving no handouts
Got them youngins they ready to spin out

I can say that I stepped me up ten now
I'm sliding in the trunk trying to cop me a Benz now
F*ck that pull up in the Benz now
I hit that hoe kick out and I'm flagging her friend now

Just trying to win now
She mad me off then I take me a flight
Send niggas ass up just like a kite
I'm off the purse and I'm flagging all night

And when that R&B baby get right
Pull out the rest and I'm making her bite
Back to the sands we catch how we taking it light
You know that I'm shooting on sight

I'm in the truck and I'm mixing the purse with the spray
I ran it up off the dice
I'm in the truck and I'm kicking shit right
Do all that dancing though I go get you right

Hop out the bus with the stick like we going on a hike
Lil Reese on red cleats spinning on the bike
You know you phone with the bag
And you know I ain't never ever coming back

My new hoe ass nigga mad
But before I linked up with that hoe he was fanned out
You know I did the most and got none in return
I gave all of my love till I ran out

I got better I won't pop a Xanax
Tyler caught a nigga with his pants out
Let a nigga come play boy I'm ready to spray
If a nigga run know he getting ran down

I remember you with me and her everyday
But I'm posting with the most you clan out
In a hunt for a shot got sent up in my house
And I would've died but I had ran out