No Hands Lancey Foux (Ft. Young Lungs)

[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