[Chorus: Pill]
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
[Verse 1: Pill]
OK, this corner is going nuts, this paper keep folding up
The police keep rolling up, but that shit ain't holding up
Damn thing, cash man, I gotta have it
For cabbage I'm acrobatic, take your luggage and bag it
Respect this thugging, I'm at it
Bitches, fuck them, I'm maried
To trapping, cuffing and stacking
While you clubbing, I'm sacking
Up these dubs in this package, I'm in love with these karots
Hot for hundreds like rabbits, that's why I'm stuffing my mattress
Damn, ham, sausage, meat and baloney
In these streets ain't no homies, you gotta keep you a chrome piece
For niggas creeping up on thе
Most of the people is fonеy
Won't even feed you when hungry
The rute to eating is lonely
I said it, I meant it
If you don't like it, check it
After I get full, I'm still going back for seconds
Can't do nothing but respect it, when I whip them bands out
You need to walk the other way, if you got your hands out
For real
[Chorus: Pill]
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
My nigga hit me on the fiddle, for that zip [?]
Said Fred, I just came home, can you shoot me some shit to get on?
You know that ain't no thing, I ain't tripping, go get your flip on
Gotta look out for my peoples, got plenty [?] to sit on
When [?] running up to the [?], these other niggas get shit on
Better kill them with the killer, and [?]
I'm [?] I bet you that bitch get hit on
We don't hold them things for [?] we get them and get them gizone
[?] we never stress it, express it or U.P.S. it
Keep it moving, plus I shoot farmisuticals out to Texas
[?] Midwest [?] can't get rid of
I don't [?] stick to [?]
'Cause me and my chopper stick together like [?]
Just tucked under my sweater, for the chetter, we burn [?]
Smack them if they acting, we put them bitches in bandages
[?] cover the dammages
Think twice before you
[Chorus: Pill]
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
[Verse 3: Pill]
What you looking so sad for?
Is it 'cause your cash low?
I got nothing for you, baby, I only take cash flow
If you talking 'bout debbit, dead it, I don't take no credit
Fed is the only way, so if you broke, then you look pathetic
Pill only want cheese, 'cause [?]
Can't throw no cheese on that bitch, then I gotta leave
My stomach can't keep on growling, I can't keep on window shopping
I'm sicker when Christmas comes, I'm the one with the empty stocking
No time for the [?], I'm thinking 'bout bigger profits
I like them new Prada shoes, plus I need some bigger watches
'Cause homies ain't really homies, and friends ain't always friends
But money is always money, and M's is always M's
I learned the game long time ago
Find some blow
Find a store
Post up at that motherfucker, time to blow
Grind some more
Don't ever let these suckas know what they tryna know
Everything on the dash cash, what you think I'm grinding for?
[Chorus: Pill]
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
Run up to me
Run up to me
Run up to me
But you can't come to me for no handouts
