hands by William Crooks Lyrics
[Hook: William Crooks]
I'm boutta throw hands
Who got blood on my vans?
Chop the top off the van
I'm not saying it again
[Verse 1: Aaron Cartier]
You can't see me like I'm Cena
In that Beamer lookin' meaner
I know they ain’t saw what I’m on
Bitch I'm feeling like I'm Rina
I know they ain't know what I'm on
I’m all ball, they in the bleachers
I remember when they used to sleep on me
Now they believers
This is not a Red Roof holiday
It's a St. Regis
Swimmin' with the fishes on the Sicilian beaches
I got water on my wristes
Feelin' like I’m doing dishes
Feel like Santa Claus on Christmas
Got the bag, I'm grantin' wishes
MI double SS ME with all of thе drama
Necklaces on me I can't tusslе, I don't wanna
Not about the violence, way too busy shinin'
I can't throw no hands with a fist full of diamonds
[Hook: William Crooks]
I'm boutta throw hands
Who got blood on my vans?
(On my vans, on my vans)
Chop the top off the van
(Off the van, Kurt Cobain)
I'm not saying it again
[Pre-Verse: William Crooks]
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Shit got me fucked up in the daytime
It is a hundred degrees outside
It is a hundred and seven degrees outside, man
[Verse 2: William Crooks]
Wr-wr-wrist ice cold cause I broke it
I don't drink bourbon I smoke it
If I had a hundred bands I would throw that shit
Throw it up like you pukin'
Brain-freeze got me goin' stupid
Smokin' weight inside the tool shed 'cause I work it out
Kill my ego and myself, that's a double murder
I got two flip phones, that's a double burner
Will he ever get his shoes back?
Tune in, find out on next episode
Forgive me while I wild out
[Hook: William Crooks]
I'm boutta throw hands
Who got blood on my vans?
(On my vans, on my vans)
Chop the top off the van
(Off the van, Kurt Cobain)
I'm not saying it again
[Verse 3: Aaron Cartier]
Let’s go for a ride
I took the top off and put it in drive
Head to the top spot
I feel like a hotspot how Wi got the Fi
Cartier, Willy, yeah we the greatest alive
Got plans for the mans puttin' hands on my bands
Try, they a try but they won’t ever win
Can’t throw no hands 'cause it’s bad for the brand
But I’ll bring a nigga hell any other way I can
Damn right
[Verse 4: William Crooks]
Damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right
Diamonds in my mouth
I been cuttin' teeth
I just broke my wrist, I can barely read
I can count like a motherfucker, though
I can count like a motherfucker
Clock got two hands ain't got time for new friends
I'm not saying it again
I'm not saying it again
I'm boutta throw hands
Who got blood on my vans?
Chop the top off the van
I'm not saying it again
[Verse 1: Aaron Cartier]
You can't see me like I'm Cena
In that Beamer lookin' meaner
I know they ain’t saw what I’m on
Bitch I'm feeling like I'm Rina
I know they ain't know what I'm on
I’m all ball, they in the bleachers
I remember when they used to sleep on me
Now they believers
This is not a Red Roof holiday
It's a St. Regis
Swimmin' with the fishes on the Sicilian beaches
I got water on my wristes
Feelin' like I’m doing dishes
Feel like Santa Claus on Christmas
Got the bag, I'm grantin' wishes
MI double SS ME with all of thе drama
Necklaces on me I can't tusslе, I don't wanna
Not about the violence, way too busy shinin'
I can't throw no hands with a fist full of diamonds
[Hook: William Crooks]
I'm boutta throw hands
Who got blood on my vans?
(On my vans, on my vans)
Chop the top off the van
(Off the van, Kurt Cobain)
I'm not saying it again
[Pre-Verse: William Crooks]
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Shit got me fucked up in the daytime
It is a hundred degrees outside
It is a hundred and seven degrees outside, man
[Verse 2: William Crooks]
Wr-wr-wrist ice cold cause I broke it
I don't drink bourbon I smoke it
If I had a hundred bands I would throw that shit
Throw it up like you pukin'
Brain-freeze got me goin' stupid
Smokin' weight inside the tool shed 'cause I work it out
Kill my ego and myself, that's a double murder
I got two flip phones, that's a double burner
Will he ever get his shoes back?
Tune in, find out on next episode
Forgive me while I wild out
[Hook: William Crooks]
I'm boutta throw hands
Who got blood on my vans?
(On my vans, on my vans)
Chop the top off the van
(Off the van, Kurt Cobain)
I'm not saying it again
[Verse 3: Aaron Cartier]
Let’s go for a ride
I took the top off and put it in drive
Head to the top spot
I feel like a hotspot how Wi got the Fi
Cartier, Willy, yeah we the greatest alive
Got plans for the mans puttin' hands on my bands
Try, they a try but they won’t ever win
Can’t throw no hands 'cause it’s bad for the brand
But I’ll bring a nigga hell any other way I can
Damn right
[Verse 4: William Crooks]
Damn right, damn right, damn right, damn right
Diamonds in my mouth
I been cuttin' teeth
I just broke my wrist, I can barely read
I can count like a motherfucker, though
I can count like a motherfucker
Clock got two hands ain't got time for new friends
I'm not saying it again
I'm not saying it again