[Lyric] Westbrook Triple Double (Marino Infantry)

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 nigga 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 nigga, 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 nigga, 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
Niggas 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