Lyrics: Joey Valence/Braedan Lugue
Music: Joey Valence/Braedan Lugue
Producer: Joey Valence
No, no, no h-, no, no, no hands
No, no, no h-, no hands
No, no, no h-, no, no, no hands
No, no, no h-
When I was ten, I was sippin' Shirley Temples
Present day, Iām still sippinā Shirley Temples
My life aināt like a, like a, like a dull pencil
'Cause I'm on my own path, no stencil
Was always a misfit
Teachers like thongs, always up in my business
And I failed Statistics
But I aced Sex-Ed
Oh, said life would have roadblocks
Nah, bih, you a square, you Roblox
Won the Super Bowl with my hands behind my back
I just do whatever I want, and that's facts
Iāma live till a thousand
Hit a whip, then jump off a mountain
Livinā life with no plans
Look, mama, no hands
No, no, no h-, no, no, no hands
No, no, no h-, no hands
No, no, no h-, no, no, no hands
No, no, no h-
Livinā life like itās double XP weekend
Pack-A-Punch ray gun type feelinā
I don't even gotta try hard
Hundred credits on my Round 1 game card
Uncrustable and an orange soda
Beats Solos and I'm bumpinā HOVA
Write my bars with no hands
That's the joint, thatās the jam
Yeah, I'm a family man
Feelinā like Drake, God had a plan
Helped my little sis open a business
Got my mom a new purse for Christmas
Numbers stackinā like Tetris
Mastermind with the metrics
Donāt got bands but Iām in one
No hands, don't need none
Look, mama, no hands
No hands, no hands
Look, mama, look, mama, no
Look mama, no, look, mama, no hands