Hammers

Lyrics

[Hook - Y. Rendo] Now Sykes' back, that's broski trust me everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cah he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dipper on me And I got my green 'danna Now Sykes' back, that's broski trust me everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cah he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dipper on me And I got my green 'danna [Verse 1 - Y. Rendo] Let me catch me an opp I don't want no civilian Pitch in these neeks Dig a man down Opp do shell and he spilling it Create man a pack, for talking that smack Just all over his silliness The weight come loud, and I go road For all the cats, I'm filling it It's like, why you talking that shit I been in your block with the gang (Gang) And you don't do shit (No) You go to the Cs, and you buy food No you don't come to the strip (You're liars) But you wanna snapchat on the ends Like I won't just turn up the whip (Boom) Like I won't just turn up the whip (Boom) YS lurky, yeah he be up in the whip Any opp lacking on my guy he will rust up the ting (Aye, reverse up the ting bro) Cause I swear down, I've had enough of these pricks Get bagged for the shh, and you know I won't snitch Get a real young g, dip man down Fuckboy screaming "oh shit" Chinged man at the bus stop Dem man already know this I'm the hardest out the younger lot And I'm not even the oldest But don't get it twisted All my brothers move cold-ish Come 'round on the aggy ting Front doors gonna open Me and my bruddas no lacking That pussio was ghosting (Stop running fam) Dem man just sing a lot Coming like it was frozen (la la la) Billing up them ganjas AM sipping potion [Hook - Y. Rendo] Now Sykes' back, that's broski trust me everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cah he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dipper on me And I got my green 'danna Now Sykes' back, that's broski trust me everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cah he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dipper on me And I got my green 'danna [Verse 2 - A.M] Spin, spin, got 6 shots That's 6 chance to take him out With chef, chef with the rambo No likey I'll take him out Fuck that, I don't fist fight But if he squares up, I'll weigh him out He's 6 foot, I'm 6'1 But this 6'1 will take him out 2 shots in that dot dot Finna leave man in surgery That's 2 holes, black smoke Any shirt turn burgundy I'm with C-Rose, he knows Kickback's not hurting me I'm AM from the 410 And your girlfriend, she heard of me (Yeah, yeah) Magazine in the MAC-10 That's longer than my rambo Holds 25, and 25, that's 50 in your mango (Mango) Furthermore, 20 mates Each of them get two sweets That's 10 left for 10 men Doing running legs on two feet (Yeah) There's paigons on the other side That I've never seen, on my mother's life (Swear down) When I catch man, better run inside Or this .45 will pepper eyes Fuck that man tell a lie That .45 will energize That backshot, them paralysed Cocoon, no butterfly (Fly) 1 bell that's good enough Why the fuck I got 25? That tear through 'em and carry flesh Dot - dot niggas, man terrorise (Yeah) Roll up and terrorise (Yeah) Backstreet man terrorise (Yeah) Afghan no Baghdad Man will Baghdad and terrorise (Ugh) [Hook - Y. Rendo] Now Sykes' back, that's broski trust me everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cah he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dipper on me And I got my green 'danna Now Sykes' back, that's broski trust me everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cah he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dipper on me And I got my green 'danna