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young dro - hammer time lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, hustle gang n-gga
f-ck you sayin’ fool
no rappin’ -ss n-gga, man we da south man!
we don’t care nothing bout dat sh-t coming out your mouth!
swag b-tch!

[hook: young dro]
three, this sh-t dope
b-tch i’m hot but the whip cold
(these b-tches talkin’ bout they limber
got these b-tches in limbo) they limber
and got the b-tches in lambo
money real long b-tch limo
whoop a n-gga -ss like kimbo
hold up where the m-th-f-ckin’ hood at (where the hood at ?)
i do this sh-t with my kinfolk

[verse 1: young dro]
this sh-t cold, slow n-gga down move the blitz slow
they don’t see a n-gga cause the tint tho
i’m lookin’ for a mothaf-ckin’ nympho
bricks in the godd-mn 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 n-gga this the last ki
they don’t know where the fibergl-ss safe at
to get in that b-tch you need a gl-ss key
i’m ballin’ like a mothaf-ckin’ athlete
these n-ggas can’t rap if you ask me
check the alphabet n-gga i’m the last “g”
usain bolt can’t catch me !
boat motor chevy can’t p-ss me
pink berry mollie b-tch rasby
if a n-gga think he better i forgive him
“dro spit like pac” n-gga begged him
nyc n-gga feel him
3krazy flow imma get him
i don’t need a bulletproof vest
i took a .45 ’till the stomach can’ k!ll him !
young dro !

[hook]

[verse 2: young dro]
three, i’m gucci, atl n-gga eat sushi
$5000 yorkie named poochie
i don’t want your b-tch, i want coochie
on the yacht boat n-gga i’m the crew chief
sick flow b-tch you gotta sue me
if a 30 year old b-tch wanna do me
she gotta put 30 inches on a dually
my b-tch ain’t black she persian
got a cashmere drop top burban
i’m ghetto -ss n-gga you suburvin’
got waves in my hand, i’m surfin’
al qaeda n-gga with the turban
got 20 bricks in the excursion
i’m a kush n-gga, 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
n-gga know i’m gangsta cause i’m up in they grill tho
i k!ll all ya’ll; after that, k!ll more

[hook]

[verse 3: spodee]
after louis, i k!ll em in the premium denim
you medium, n-gga
i make you be obedient n-gga
i got flavor, check out my ingredients n-gga
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 f-ckin with the richest of b-tches
i’m itching for digits
i’m part way pimpin efficient
b-tches 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 b-tch 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 n-gga pac gone
if i ain’t gettin money then n-gga you bought wrong
when your broad callin the house but n-gga i’m not home

[hook]

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