No Hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
Finished being nice to you and your mans
Pissed away every handout, you was giving up with no plans
I pour a glass and toast to every real one that's a fan
I can see the difference between the dick riders and the slick biters
Circle only bout to get tighter know the real ones never fall off
Scrolling through my call logs only a few ones I could call on
If she a new one I can't raw dog
Won't even take my socks off
I can't put no trust in these bitches
I fell in love with one of these bitches
We fell in love with all of these riches
People gone say what they say
Give a fuck bout some hate it ain't up for debate
Giving the weed a lil break
Need to be thinking more straight
Hard to say no when you losing control
And that kush steady all in your face
And them pills steady all in your face
And them thrills never hard to go chase
Funny we the neighborhood pharmacists we started this
Back on my retarded shit
Back on my retarded shit
No hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
Finished being nice to you and your mans
Pissed away every handout, you was giving up with no plans
I pour a glass and toast to every real one that's a fan
I can see the difference between the dick riders and the slick biters
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me less
I don't need no more
I don't need no more
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me less
I don't need no more
I don't need no more
I just checked, I think we need more threats
Lotta money no respect, I think we need more threats
I just checked, lotta money not a chance
Yeah I think we need more threats yeah
I think we need more threats
Fuck it, get him off the streets
He was telling on himself bet he tell on me
That's why I say fuck it
Get him off the streets
Rather you be in the cell than be close to me
You hate it but it's true, ain't play the game like you
You post the evidence, the treasure and the hidden clues
The crazy shit I do can never make the news
That pussy wetter than the weatherman I got the proof
I got that juice on me
Can't let a goof stop me
I let the loot copy
Fuck what you talking
Ain't telling you sorry
I let the loop copy
Fuck what you talking (yeah)
Fuck what you talking
No I can't let him breathe
He tried to shit on me
The shots he sent at me
Can't let go easily
Fuck it, get him off the streets
He was telling on himself bet he tell on me
That's why I say
I ain't here to shake no hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
Finished being nice to you and your mans
Pissed away every handout, you was giving up with no plans
I pour a glass and toast to every real one that's a fan
I can see the difference between the dick riders and the slick biters
Circle only bout to get tighter know the real ones never fall off
Scrolling through my call logs only a few ones I could call on
If she a new one I can't raw dog
Won't even take my socks off
I can't put no trust in these bitches
I fell in love with one of these bitches
We fell in love with all of these riches
People gone say what they say
Give a fuck bout some hate it ain't up for debate
Giving the weed a lil break
Need to be thinking more straight
Hard to say no when you losing control
And that kush steady all in your face
And them pills steady all in your face
And them thrills never hard to go chase
Funny we the neighborhood pharmacists we started this
Back on my retarded shit
Back on my retarded shit
No hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
I ain't here to shake no hands
Finished being nice to you and your mans
Pissed away every handout, you was giving up with no plans
I pour a glass and toast to every real one that's a fan
I can see the difference between the dick riders and the slick biters
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me less
I don't need no more
I don't need no more
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me lesser
Tell me less tell me less
I don't need no more
I don't need no more
I just checked, I think we need more threats
Lotta money no respect, I think we need more threats
I just checked, lotta money not a chance
Yeah I think we need more threats yeah
I think we need more threats
Fuck it, get him off the streets
He was telling on himself bet he tell on me
That's why I say fuck it
Get him off the streets
Rather you be in the cell than be close to me
You hate it but it's true, ain't play the game like you
You post the evidence, the treasure and the hidden clues
The crazy shit I do can never make the news
That pussy wetter than the weatherman I got the proof
I got that juice on me
Can't let a goof stop me
I let the loot copy
Fuck what you talking
Ain't telling you sorry
I let the loop copy
Fuck what you talking (yeah)
Fuck what you talking
No I can't let him breathe
He tried to shit on me
The shots he sent at me
Can't let go easily
Fuck it, get him off the streets
He was telling on himself bet he tell on me
That's why I say
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Writer(s): Kevin Swanson
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