Young Dro - Hammer Time lyrics
[Intro] Uh, uh, Hustle Gang n***a f** you sayin' fool No rappin' a** n***a, man we da south man! We don't care nothing bout dat sh** coming out your mouth! Swag b**h! [Hook: Young Dro] Three, this sh** dope b**h I'm hot but the whip cold (These b**hes talkin' bout they Limber Got these b**hes in Limbo) they limber And got the b**hes in Lambo Money real long b**h limo Whoop a n***a a** like Kimbo Hold up where the muthaf**in' hood at (where the hood at ?) I do this sh** with my kinfolk [Verse 1: Young Dro] This sh** cold, slow n***a down move the blitz slow They don't see a n***a cause the tint tho I'm lookin' for a mothaf**in' nympho Bricks in the goddamn Pinto You want a couple those get the info Break down dimes look like like mentos If the shoes ain't a grand, we don't get those Uh, hurry up n***a this the last ki They don't know where the fibergla** safe at To get in that b**h you need a gla** key I'm ballin' like a mothaf**in' athlete These n***as can't rap if you ask me Check the alphabet n***a I'm the last "G" Usain Bolt can't catch me ! Boat motor chevy can't pa** me Pink berry Mollie b**h rasby If a n***a think he better I forgive him “Dro spit like Pac” n***a begged him NYC n***a feel him 3Krazy flow imma get him I don't need a bulletproof vest I took a .45 'till the stomach can' k** him ! Young Dro ! [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Dro] Three, I'm Gucci, ATL n***a eat sushi $5000 Yorkie named Poochie I don't want your b**h, I want coochie On the yacht boat n***a I'm the crew chief Sick flow b**h you gotta sue me If a 30 year old b**h wanna do me She gotta put 30 inches on a Dually My b**h ain't black she persian Got a cashmere drop top Burban I'm ghetto a** n***a you suburvin' Got waves in my hand, I'm surfin' Al Qaeda n***a with the turban Got 20 bricks in the excursion I'm a kush n***a, you can keep "purpin" This sac get low i'm lurkin' Ride on a Bentley Green and white Bobby and Whitney Popping they kidney, way blacker than Poitier Sidney Detroit what up doe Got Cartier with me Got weight you wanna lif' it got 20 blocks with me I'm trill tho, flow lyrics up in your earlobe 5 shots hop out 'n' the k in your ribs tho n***a know I'm gangsta cause I'm up in they grill tho I k** all ya'll; after that, k** more [Hook] [Verse 3: Spodee] After Louis, I k** em in the premium denim You medium, n***a I make you be obedient n***a I got flavor, check out my ingredients n***a I get higher than a balloon with helium in it I'm really a menace Rush a ho like Willie McGinest I'm really committed to f**in with the richest of b**hes I'm itching for digits I'm part way pimpin efficient b**hes see the Chevrolet and get to winking and wishing [Verse 4: Young Dro]: Hey (?) with the rocks on you can get popped on Light yellow Chevy the color of popcorn My b**h wrap me, I got the façon Drop in the mirror imma gettin' my floss on Hands-free phone I'm gettin' my talk on I gotta spit heart, cause my n***a Pac gone If I ain't gettin money then n***a you bought wrong When your broad callin the house but n***a I'm not home [Hook]