[Chorus]
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 pussys, 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 pussys, not at all

[Verse 1]
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 till 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 trails and hip hopin 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 be 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 crack the Bank open
When they said the rap game was in the drought
I was swimming in so much dope I had break my lifejacket out

[Chorus]
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 pussys, 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 pussys, 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 see me in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I´d be Slumerican
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
But it that´s a bad start food stamps in the packed lunch
On Some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard
Don´t make one of these sloos go and intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you internet goons
Im spring loaded with the assult of an old man drinkin a fifth
And stepin with my knee in an old van like hey

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[Verse 3]
A couple of loose screws ain´t stopping a train from moving
A couple of bucks short of a bill and im 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 backin a bowl up
A broke soul packin the couch
But the landlord used to get me out
But I went from back at my house
To back to your house Bitch, Like

[Chorus]