Handouts Cosantana (Ft. Jace! (​​​​iayze))

[Intro: Cosantana]
('Cause it's real)
Ha
Ha
Nah
Nah
Nah
Nah, hah

[Chorus: Cosantana]
Yeah, bands droppin' to the floor (Huh)
I can't give no handouts to a ho (Huh)
Slide in for my man, slide in for my bro (Huh)
We was so deep in that water, baby
I done came from the ground, I came from below (Huh)
Nothin' was given to me, had to get up and get it, so all nigga know is, "Go" (Go)
Yeah, ARP up in my jacket (Huh), [FN?] look like a leader, we finna drag 'em (Huh)
Don't come on this block, nigga, we gon' pack 'em (Huh)
I hurt my bitch but I'm up to the [straptom?] (Huh)
Hate when these bitches talkin' 'bout they feelin' me, but they not feelin' me, swear I don't get it (Nah)
Ho really wit' it, bro, we finna slidе now, and the opp's on my ho
The windows on tinted, yеah

[Verse 1: Cosantana]
I'm in a whole different lane, nigga
Heard yo' homie ran and you ran wit' him
She'll do anything just for the bands, nigga
She gon' fuck on me just 'cause my bands bigger
Finna go to the mall, and take fan pictures
He be hatin', he really a fan nigga
Finna spin on that block like a fan nigga
If you slidin' wit' him then you layin' wit' 'em, like