No handouts, only gifts
New, new, new, new, new, new, new rain

[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]
Westbrook triple double gems, step like I'm Westbrook (uh)
That's all you got lil n***a that ain't ya best look (let's go)
I play with the paper, the way I make the book look (I play)
Roy Jone haymaker, that's a left hook (boom)
Headshots lil n***a, go get your vest up
Football, it's a collision every time we meet
Pockets on Kim, you think I love Monique
So much fucking money, can't keep that shit neat
Shootouts in the desert like a Western
Clint Eastwood, it's a shootout, John Waynе
I see a bitch, imma ask for the name
Menacе to society like I know Kane (like I know Kane)

[Verse 2: TTM Dawg]
Hunnid band jug off the percs and the jane
Real street n***a, we can never be the same
Marino tee with the Track 2s, I might drip today
Addie scored 8, man I might sip today
Dawg known to keep the stick in every state
I caught me a case selling, State Farm like Jake
I break down the P, whole 448
N***as tellin' on they mans like the first 48
Finna get in my jam, Adebayo, finna dunk it like Bam
Twenty zas in the air, I just hope that it land
If shit hit the fan, I just hope you don't take the stand
Bad lil lightskin bitch, she Creole
I make her set it off in this bitch like Cleo
Cream soda, a deuce in the Faygo
Dawg on point, name a place that I can't go
V12 engine cut the lane off
This year I feel like I'm Ja Morant in the playoffs
I hang with real hittas like Adolph
We on vacation, but it's still no days off
No handouts, only gifts
New, new, new, new, new, new, new rain