No Hands

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

Ain’t no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like

To put a cyst and desist on this heat that I spit, shit, bitch!

I believe in my wits, enough to believe on my kids

Won’t be home 'til Christmas

Chevy’s on the wish list, no Santa Clause, no m’am, no problems

I’m stuck in play like a fair ball

Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south

But this country rap tunes

Got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth ah

But sacrifice it all and lord knows it

With my life on the bulls eye

Make a camera jealous of my focus

And that’s shady if you ain’t notice

The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis

In a traffic jam, I got my lane open

It came with the same token

You did and cracked the bank open

When they said the rap game was in the drought

I was swimming in so much dope I had break my life jacket out

Like, look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

Get a work out bitch, run your lips

I know you’d dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon

Just to see me trip

You window shopping and can’t see the gift

When the shit is sitting in front of your face

Like cement in between the bricks

If the world had name for me, I’d be slumarican

This whole shit started out real, bitch bet I can

And I do it with Casio and a farmers tan and

On the top of the hundred grand, fuck bet I stand

And I made it through 'cause I had heart

Waking up to roaches in my cereal box

Buddy, that's a bad start, food stamps in the packed mart

On some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard

Don’t make one of these slums go and intercept you

Enter your dorm room and punk you Internet goons

I'm spring loaded with the assault of an old man drinking a fifth

And stepping with my knee in an old van like hey

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

A couple of loose screws ain’t stopping a train from moving

A couple of bucks short of a bill and I'm still one hundred proofing

Under the heat like I been metal roofing in a trench coat and a black hooded

Head banging to heavy metal music

I’m now home thank god bamma its home throwing rocks out the window

On 20, that’s a milestone hello tomorrow,

Yesterday is now gone, I dedicate this song to me

Fuck how wrong, shoe laced up with the

Mainstream lace up, with the same team

That I came up with, bang what

Changed the game up, like a change up

With a pain that a drain on to bitch you better remain up

Bang what!, use to help weezy back up 50 pounds,

Green bay backing a bowl up

A broke soul packing the couch

But the landlord used to kick me out

But I went from packing my house

To packing the house bitch, like

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all