No Hands

[Intro: Lancey Foux]

Hahaha

Ahhh

Dutchie on the beat

A lot of ice, ice

It's Dutchieville bitch'

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

Look mummy I can do it no hands

No license ride the coupe no hands

New bitch wanna hurt me where my hands behind my back

Tryna’ see if I can do it no hands

No hands

No hands

I count the rack inside my lap no hands

I put this money on my mind with no hands

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]

I put up the numbers, put up the dry I put up the tumble

I feel like I’m Michael Eighty-Five I sleep with a monkey

When it’s January time I’m winning the rumble

Jakes snaking rabbit eyes, I see no trouble

Big dog by my side it got no muzzle

M6 full force it’s got a guzzle

I was off the perc I might have said a lot

I just want top in the Merc that’ll solve my problems

She’s staring at me it must be the rip of the jeans

And I’m getting slow it must be the sip of the lean

All black clothes, yeah Edward Scissor me

Every day’s Halloween came with a trick up my sleeve

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

Look mummy I can do it no hands

No license ride the coupe no hands

New bitch wanna hurt me where my hands behind my back

Tryna’ see if I can do it no hands

No hands

No hands

I count the rack inside my lap no hands

I put this money on my mind with no hands

Dutchie on the beat

[Verse 2: Young Lung]

Uh

Take a flight I got my side hoe and then I go, yeah

Pull up and whip, I hit the strip we on the road, yeah

I stack it up, I count it up we gonna fly away

I’ll cop the whip, I’ll push the whip and then I ride away

Got me up late and I’m wide awake

This shit the one and I’ll find a way

Pushing the peddle on highway

Please do not come at me sideways

I do not care what you talking

Let’s see with dollars and pocket

If you are lit then why are you watching?

Put this beat up in a coffin

Taking the city they all fucking with me like woah-woah-woah

You know I roll with the gang, they all with me like woah-woah-woah

Don’t have to tell me they know that

Boy has been working they know that

Mummy I’m rude and they know that

Taking off soon and they know that

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

Look mummy I can do it no hands

No license ride the coupe no hands

New bitch wanna hurt me where my hands behind my back

Tryna’ see if I can do it no hands

No hands

No hands

I count the rack inside my lap no hands

I put this money on my mind with no hands