NO HANDS

Pressure getting worse now

The pressure getting worse now

The pressure getting worse now

The pressure getting worse now

Do it with no hands

Do it with no hands

Do it with no hands

Do it with no hands, make it clap like Ms. Banks

Still ain't got milli on me

Still I'm in the hood street cred, and these **** know me

I got her ducking, you would think she owe me

I call the boy a fan and tell him that he ain't the one and only

I'm feeling real nice, feeling real top tier

You know the only way the beef ends is tears

I don't like men that don't have beards

I don't like babes that stare, it's weird

T-t-t-t-take a picture, it would last

I'm eating up the game, and you bitches on a fast

I ain't thinking 'bout the past

I'm seeing 20/20 vision through the Cartier glass

Body too toned, you can see it through the clothes

If you wanna gimme rose, make sure that it's gold

Line blowing up, gotta put you on hold

**** catting for me like a sold-out show

Hottest in game, I blew the thermostat

Someone better than me, I ain't heard of that

Before you ever get me, I'ma get you back

Already saw you was a snake like I'm Raven Bax

Drop my first tape, I still run it back

I need a **** sing to me when I play the tracks

Stay stuck to me like a tatt

Day ones rooting for me on the last lap

Put that thing in sport

Didn't come to talk

From south to the west, to the east and north

Money came insured

Didn't break the law

I'm representing for the people that still fall short

I been dodging and weaving

Love tryna get me, but my heart still creeping

Baby, I'm teasing, only money or food when I say I need meet-in

Do it with no hands on

Do it with no hands on

Do it with no hands

Do it with no hands, make it clap like Ms. Banks

The pressure getting worse now

The pressure getting worse now

The pressure getting worse now

The pressure getting worse now