Lyrics:
bitchin
It's 3 in the mornin' take your old ass to sleep
The third time she's called the police this week
Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that
the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it on the camera
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin'
permanent stares
Shut down the party with the cut down shottie
Make doctor, cut down your body
Keep a hammer fuck a strong arm robbery
I blast, I push
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
I can't unfeel your pain
I can't undo what's done
I can't send back the rain
But if I could I would
My love, my arms are open
So when you feel
shoes
And the fly green socks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no!
I went back in I forgot the (Kango)
Then I dilly (dally) ran through
money stackin' way past the roof
Make sure that your team strong, man I pray that your dog shoot
All these rhyme's but ain't hit a booth, In-N-Out before
to zero, back to dust!
Back to a world covered in green
Mankind's winter, Viridi's spring!
We will heed nature's call!
The hammer to fall!
We'll heed
by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
throw my arms around the world
Maybe I could love it back to life
I could love it back to life
I could love it back
Love it back
Love it back
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
that they stuff in a bear
I pack two barettas, never bust in the air
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back
Pack four pieces like a Kit
Bone-crushing niggas like a football team
Under a new regime, The old we throw it out
Spin back the hammer, let the lord sort 'em out
Keep your gun cocked,
Look I put on my snap back whenever I get into my Ice Cube vibes
Today was a good day was playing in my ride
It seems like the game changed whenever
Turned 28 in that pot into Tony Montana
Whippin' stretching I'm flexing arm like arm n hammer
Duckin' cameras them cars staring we arm n hammer
Hold up got
New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas
Stick your arm in the back, you jink
Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine
With two
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
darkness, the world in decline
Quest for their hammers to reclaim the throne
Three brought together by warriors unknown
United to vanquish all hell from
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
rob that nigga
I'll hit that lick
Take my arm and hammer, mixing arm and hammer, Till my arm get hammered from tryna whip that brick
Cause ain't none
I"ve been a lot of places
Seen a lot of faces
But none of that can explain
Why I'm always hated
I guess I'll never know
Let's go
I'm back in
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