Yelawolf — No Hands

[Intro] Yeah, Ghet-O-Vision, Slumerican, Shady, bitch, yeah [Hook] Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of a 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 [Verse 1] Ain’t no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like? To put a cease and a 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 Claus, no ma’am, no problems I’m stuck in play like a fair ball Know you love to call it "fouls" and "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 bullseye Make a camera jealous of my focus And that’s Shady if you ain’t noticed The thing's loaded, I put that on my great granddaddy named Otis In a traffic jam, I got my lane open Play the game with the same token You did and crack the bank open When they said the rap game was in the drought I was swimming in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out Like [Hook] Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of a 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 [Verse 2] 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 Slumerican This whole shit started out with, bitch bet I can And I do it with Casio and a farmers tan and On the top of the hundred grand, uh, 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 Pathmark When some of these bitch-ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard Don’t make one of these slums come intercept you Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet goons I'm spring loaded with the salt of an old man drinkin' a fifth And steering with my knee in an old van like hey [Hook] Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of a 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 [Verse 3] 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 hoody, head banging to heavy metal music I’m now on, thank God, 'Bama it's on 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 face up With the same team that I came up with Mayne what!? Changed the game up like a change up With a pain that'll drain on to Bitch you better remain tough Mayne what!? Used to help Weezy pack up a 50 pounds Green bay packin' a bowl up, a broke soul packin' a couch 'Cause the landlord used to kick me out But I went from packing my house to packing the house, biiiitch Like [Hook] Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of a 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