[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