I'm in the club, bottle in my hand, gang, gangAnd I got the hammer in my pants, gang, gangYeah, you can call it hammer pants, but waitYou might lead a club in the ambulance, bang, bang, bangMotherfuckers know I'm headhunting, what?I thought a lame nigga said some red buttonI'm spittin' at the cameraman, then I pass the gun to my bitchNow do the hammer danceAh, Doc J in this bitchToo many shots of Henny, I'm baited and *It's ironic I know how to hold my liquorBut every time a nigga two-steppin', I'm wastin' the *Wait, wait, on my waist, got the blickIt's a throwaway hammer, so I ain't too legitLike the WNBA guard Cooper, my gun is a spark shooterYou pass, I shoot, you made an assistMy niggas posted at the liquor storeMy brothers low-key while I grip the ThorYou don't want beef, why you in it for?I bring the beef to your stew, like DensimoreTell your engineer to hear a chordWe grade, they dope, nigga, most niggas claim they rapBut they don't, nigga, shoot, gang, wave, they flackFor the coast, nigga, don't, niggas, James St. Patrick with those niggasTold y'all, * you niggas who wanna hateIn the club, dancin' with my gun like we on a dateKeep your lollipop, how many licks does it takeFor me to fill up my safe, I need a million a dayCause ain't * sweet, but the bread like some funnel cakeBlow over your head like bodies buried under lakesWon't be finished with these lines till I win the raceI'ma eat due to my drive, nigga, run my plateUnderrate, that's some mistakeI'm gonna save the game, I should put on the capeBe the one who hates you, run away and underlayTell that boy I'm the coach if he wanna playKenny always keepin' it 100, call me Honey CakeThese niggas from the left coast ain't rightCreep on the low, low in the late nightI'm higher than aircrafts, not in plain sightMy hammer is mean, but at least my aim's niceI'm in the club, bottle in my hand, gang, gangAnd I got the hammer in my pants, gang, gangYeah, you can call it hammer pantsBut wait, you might lead a club in the AmarillansBang, bang, bangMotherfuckers know I'm headhuntingWhat? I thought a lame nigga said somethingRed button, I'm spittin' at the cameramanThen I pass the gun to my bitch, now do the hammer danceYo, I wore a robe in this motherfuckerCrooked four-toed, it's the motherfuckersI'm dressed to kill with chrome, that's why they call it a wardrobeLord knows I'm a plucker, pluckerWe're the hoes that might wanna suck itTill they comin' up with sore throats in this motherfuckerMy niggas cop chains with rocks that hang lowYou coppin' plain clothes like an undercoverShe feel the ratchet as she back it on meI guess I got two ratchets on meWhen it comes to rappin', I be snappin', homieNo colostomy, but I got the * in meThe bag, brody, you say the birds flock to youWell, apparently she a parrot, cause she mockin' youI'm plockin' cuckoo brand as I fly the coopI got birds that I swallow, I'm cockatooI show up hella late, I'm on rapper timeI know the club owner, I don't stand in line*, niggas keep mockin', I'ma handle mineHammer show you what time it is, call it hammer timeBad bitch in the club, got my scopes on herAll I wanna do is *, man, I don't want herMy team's in this bitch, you can drink till you litAll drinks on the house like homeownersWe in the booth, the feeling is backMe and my crew, the illest of usSpeakin' the truth, you niggas is whackOne call, send the beef to youNot speakin' on food delivery appsI be ridin' with the blickySqueezin' on the llama, I'ma pop it till it's emptySpin blue strips, got a pocket full of bingesBlowin' presidents, I don't be Monica Lewinsky