Hammer Time-Young Dro/Spodee

Uh, uh, Hustle Gang ni**a F**k you sayin' fool No rappin' a** ni**a man! We da south! We don't care nothing 'bout that sh*t coming out your mouth! Swag b**ch! x2 Three, this sh*t d**e B**ch I'm hot but the whip cold These b**ches talkin' bout they Limber Got these b**ches in Limbo Money real long b**ch limo Whoop a ni**a a** like Kimbo Hol' up where the muthaf**kin' hood at (where the hood at?) I'm doing this sh*t with my kinfolk This sh*t cold, slow ni**a down move the blitz slow they don't see a ni**a cuz the tint tho I'm lookin' for a mothaf**kin' 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 ni**a this the last ki They don't know where the fiberglass safe at To get in that b**ch you need a glass key I'm ballin like a mothaf**kin' athlete these niggas can't rap if you ask me Check the alphabet ni**a I'm the last "G" Usain Bolt can't catch me! Boat motor Chevy can't pass me Pink berry mollie b**ch rasby If a ni**a think he better I forgive him " Dro spit like pac" ni**a begged him NYC ni**a 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 ni**a eat sushi $5, 000 Yorkie named Poochie I don't want your b**ch, I want coochie On the yacht boat ni**a I'm the crew chief Sick flow b**ch you gotta sue me If a 30 year old b**ch wanna do me She gotta put 30 inches on a Dually My b**ch ain't black she persian Got a cashmere drop top 'burban I'm ghetto a** ni**a you suburban got waves in my head, I'm surfin' Al Qaeda ni**a with the turban Got 20 bricks in the excursion I'm Kush ni**a 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 ni**a I make you be obedient ni**a I got flavor check out my ingredients ni**a 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 f**king with the richest of b**ches I'm itching for digits I'm part way pimpin efficient B**ches see the Chevrolet and get to winking and wishing: Hey cold world with the rocks on you niggas get popped on Like yellow sh*t but the color of popcorn My b**ch 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 ni**a Pac gone If I ain't gettin money then ni**a you bout wrong Your broad calling the house but ni**a I'm not home