Young Dro — Hammer Time

[Intro] Uh, uh, Hustle Gang nigga Fuck you sayin' fool No rappin' ass nigga, man we da south man! We don't care nothing bout dat shit coming out your mouth! Swag Bitch! [Hook: Young Dro] 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 Hold up where the muthafuckin' hood at (where the hood at ?) I do this shit with my kinfolk [Verse 1: Young Dro] This shit cold, slow nigga down move the blitz slow They don't see a nigga cause 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 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 'till the stomach can' kill him ! Young Dro ! [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Dro] Three, I'm Gucci, ATL nigga eat sushi $5000 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 a kush nigga, 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 Nigga know I'm gangsta cause I'm up in they grill tho I kill all ya'll; after that, kill more [Hook] [Verse 3: Spodee] After 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 than a balloon with helium in it I'm really a menace Rush a ho like Willie McGinest I'm really committed to fuckin 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 [Verse 4: Young Dro]: Hey (?) with the rocks on you can get popped on Light yellow Chevy the color of popcorn My bitch rock mink, I got the fox on Drop Panamera I'm gettin' my floss on Hands-free phone I'm gettin' my talk on I gotta spit heart, cause my nigga Pac gone If I ain't gettin money then nigga you bought wrong When your broad callin the house but nigga I'm not home [Hook]