Hammer Time - Young Dro, Spodee

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!

Three, this shit dope

Bitch I’m hot but the whip cold

(These bitches talkin' bout they Limber

Got these bitches in Limbo) they limber

And got the bitches in Lambo

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

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 !

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 suburvin'

Got waves in my hand, 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

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

Hey (?) with the rocks on you can get popped on

Light yellow Chevy the color of popcorn

My bitch 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 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