Hammer Time (feat. Spodee)

Uh, uh, Hustle Gang nigga Fuck you sayin' fool No rappin' ass nigga man! We da south! We don't care nothing 'bout that shit coming out your mouth! Swag bitch! X2 Three, this shit dope Bitch I'm hot but the whip cold These bitches talkin' bout they Limber Got these bitches in Limbo Money real long bitch limo Whoop a nigga ass like Kimbo Hol' up where the muthafuckin' hood at (where the hood at?) I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk This shit cold, Slow nigga down move the blitz slow They don't see a nigga cuz the tint tho I'm lookin' for a mothafuckin' nympho Bricks in the goddamn Pinto You want a couple those get the info Break down dimes look like Mentos If the shoes ain't a grand we don't get those Uh, hurry up nigga this the last ki They don't know where the fiberglass safe at To get in that bitch you need a glass key I'm ballin like a mothafuckin' athlete these niggas can't rap if you ask me Check the alphabet nigga I'm the last "G" Usain Bolt can't catch me! Boat motor Chevy can't pass me Pink berry mollie bitch rasby If a nigga think he better I forgive him " Dro spit like pac" nigga begged him NYC nigga feel him 3Krazy flow imma get him I don't need a bulletproof vest I took a .45 to the stomach can't kill him! Young Dro! Three, I'm Gucci, ATL nigga eat sushi $5, 000 Yorkie named Poochie I don't want your bitch, I want coochie On the yacht boat nigga I'm the crew chief Sick flow bitch you gotta sue me If a 30 year old bitch wanna do me She gotta put 30 inches on a Dually My bitch ain't black she persian Got a cashmere drop top 'burban I'm ghetto ass nigga you suburban Got waves in my head, I'm surfin' Al Qaeda nigga with the turban Got 20 bricks in the excursion I'm Kush nigga you can keep "purpin" This sac get low i'm lurkin' Ride on a Bentley Green and White Bobby and Whitney Poppin they kidney, way blacker than Portier Sydney Detroit what up doe Got Cartier with me Got weight you wanna lift it got 20 blocks with me I'm trill though flow lyrics up in your earlobe 5 shots u-up out the K in your ribs tho Niggas know I'm gangsta cuz I'm up in the grill tho I'll kill all y'all and after that? Kill more! Got the Louis I kill em in the Premium denim You medium nigga I make you be obedient nigga I got flavor check out my ingredients nigga I get higher then a balloon with helium in it I'm really a menace rush a ho like Willie McGinnis I'm really committed to fucking with the richest of bitches I'm itching for digits I'm part way pimpin efficient Bitches see the Chevrolet and get to winking and wishing: Hey cold world with the rocks on you niggas get popped on Like yellow shit but the color of popcorn My bitch wrap me, I got the façon Drop Panamera I'm gettin' my false on Hands free phone I'm getting my top thrown I gotta spit hard, cause my nigga Pac gone If I ain't gettin money then nigga you bout wrong Your broad calling the house but nigga I'm not home