Yelawolf - No Hands lyrics

[Chorus] Look mama, no hands I'm standin on top of a muthaf**in hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a f** about you pussies? Not at all Yela, how's it goin? Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthaf**in hundred grand They took a shot... Airball You think I give a f** about you pussies? Not at all [Verse 1] Ain't no reason to quit, what the f** I look like? To put a cease and a desist on this heat that I spit, sh**, b**h! I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my kids Won't be home till Christmas Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause 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 these country rap tunes Got the b**h in the back room with a open mouth AH! I'd sacrifice it all and Lord knows it Put my life on the bull's eye I make a camera jealous of my focus And that's shady if you ain't noticed The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis In a traffic jam, I got my lane open Played the game with the same token You did and cracked the Bank open When they said the rap game was in a drought I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out like [Chorus] Get a workout, b**h, run your lips I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon Just to see me trip You're window shoppin and can't see the gift When the sh** is sittin in front of your face Like cement in between the bricks If the world had name for me, I'd be Slumerican This whole sh** started out with "b**h, bet I can! " And I do it with a casio and a farmers tan And on top of a hundred grand, 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, While some of these b**h a** rappers will 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 goon I'm spring loaded with the salt of an old man, Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van like [Chorus] A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a train from movin A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred proofin Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie Head bangin to heavy metal music I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama it's on! Throwin rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now gone I dedicate this song to me... fu*k how wrong Shoes 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?, b**h ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!) Used to help weezy pack up 50 pounds, Green bay packin a bowl, A broke soul packin the couch And the landlord used to kick me out, But I went from packin my house To packin THE house, b*tch! [Chorus]