Hammers 4 Days

Lyrics

[Carns Hill: Intro] SRB Separation confirmed Coming up, uh Two minutes and five seconds [Verse 1: Monkey] Kwe, kwengings 4-door man step with members Can't ride with no pretenders 'Cause I ain't tryna be locked up in Her Majesty, young offenders They got Jango locked up for the third time Just watching some EastEnders When A-team step That's S-A-D Trust me, you ain't gonna leave the scene Tryna touch head, back, shoulders, knees and toes And watch man lean Hammers for days, hammers for days Why you think bro fell in love with machine? Why you think bro fell in love with the trap? Rolls and the Royce in Dubai with trap Meanwhile, I'm on the M-way doin' up maps Juggin' juggin' be a hobby All I wanted was a stack More money, more money Since I hit a lick, I ain't ever looked back My young juvy' doin' drills On the opp block with a bat, dressed in black Gang [Verse 2: Kwengface] I just went Selfridges, and I just spent me a 1-2 jib Had the guards on the following ting So I just brought out the 1-2 jib Just made racks off Tour De Opp Still on the curb tryna make that flip Flip then dip, twist n shit Do it once more then a man just skip Man can't say I don't slap that ting I can name a few times that I let that rip Yo, how can I beef these kids when they ain't got heart and they ain't on shit Zone 2 step, man done it with Trizz This time last year with Varnz and Chin Shh shh when shh got chinged Got a 4's in the ride and a baby ting You already know how the chit-chat goes Lean out the ride and let that go Let it off 2 times, tryna see man ghost Ain't stepped on the set, tryna see that dough Do it in ends, do it in O Man can't fuck with my Ps and O 2-2 step with the Drizzy flow How you still rap when your boy got ghost? [Verse 3: Karma] I love ridin', ridin' Man, I really love steppin' (Ridin') Pull up on any opp-block Can't stop for a cop, I got offensive weapons Psycho boy, I'm from Zone 2, Peckham (Peckham) The other day I sold my ramzy cuz suttin got splashed and left stains on my ramzy (Splash) I miss that one 'cause it came in handy (Always) Jook a mans heart out of his chest Sauce, that's saucy, nuttin' ain't fancy (Ching) I really got the sauce like fashion, splashing Pull up on your block, get patterned (Splash) This is real life, no we ain't just rappin' We all ride, no we ain't just trappin' Bro in the ride tryna aim and bang it Kweng try slap at a face but damn it He woulda been dead but the ting weren't bangin' Note to self: right now, get this money Fuck these honeys, don't worry 'bout girls I put one point eight on scales, two zero point nines for the clientele I was pissed when bro went jail For the same damn ting when we got bailed (Pissed)