DL Harris - NO PANHANDLING (MR JIZZO BEATS STAR BOY ) Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah there's that
There's that jizzo pack
Smokin' on that wizzy pack

That kilo and ken pack
Yeah
I don't want that mid clink pack
I don't chase clout nigga only chase a check man

With what you gon' do when I'm really at your neck man
With what you gon' do when I really come collect man
This ain't bout givebacks this is bout this is bout man
Man this is bout respect

Got it on my own bitch what did you expect
The last that I known nigga wasn't you in debt
But act like you up on the gram what the heck
Boy I know you down bad all your songs sound bad

Lies make you look bad the truth make you look bad
Dude you was just on Skid Row with a book bag
And you know where I'm from bitch I'm from where the cooks at
The one with the bars the one judge throw the book at

Son of a hood rat niggas are pressed
Rappin' somethin' I'm good at
Way I get money might think that I could crack
On the track no I spazzz

All my tracks slap dough I don't mean to brag
Lord know they wanna get at me like Shabazz
Got it on my own did it with no collabs
Know I get to the bag 48 an hour please do the math

Rich before rap da spliff this loud pack
The gig is crowd packed you niggas all
You niggas all cap wack
Spoke it to existence all this is now facks

The limos out back my whip is off blast
Fluorescent paint glitter when you see me ride past
Paid it off cash blame it on the swag
Tats on my face but got credit like Chad

City heard the verse and went damn it's like that
I'm like yeah it's like that
It's like that
I'm like yeah it's like that

Damn damn it's like that
Yeah it's like that
It's like that
It's like that

It's like that