Lil Durk – Handouts Lyrics

Handouts

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"Handouts." - Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 03:21 pm

Album: Love Songs 4 the Streets

Track No: 03

Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street **** in this motherfucker with me you know?
(Shoutout my **** Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang man
No, I don't want your apologies
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinking about the hood, yeah stealing it
How you turn on me, how you trade
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much on my shoulders couldn't wait
I said better look at the people that you played
Yeah, I ain't looking for no handouts
I ain't looking 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 two hundred months
Off percs and two hundred blunts
I get head for two hundred bucks
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singing
Shawty be lit with the bitches
And I fuck twice in the hemi
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed, high speed
I lost guns and umbrella
And I put drugs in my mental
No, I don't want your apologies
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinking about the hood, yeah stealing it
How you turn on me, how you trade
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much on my shoulders couldn't wait
I said better look at the people that you played
Yeah, I ain't looking for no handouts
I ain't looking for no handouts
We gon' ball with the anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from a stabbing
I moved to the A, now I'm dabbing
Ride four three with no license
The opps is thinking we ISIS
Fuck whoever don't like it
I nut in 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 I'ma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when **** say you love me
Deep down, wanna plug me
See me down, be above me
You were my **** till the end, I can't trust 'em
If I ever see 'em, now I'm screaming fuck 'em
I ain't fuckin' with with no fool shit
He see me now, he won't do shit
And I'm riding with my gang
No, I don't want your apologies
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinking about the hood, yeah stealing it
How you turn on me, how you trade
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much on my shoulders couldn't wait
I said better look at the people that you played
Yeah, I ain't looking for no handouts
I ain't looking for no handouts

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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