I'm in the club, bottle in my hand, gang, gang
And I got the hammer in my pants, gang, gang
Yeah, you can call it hammer pants, but wait
You might lead a club in the ambulance, bang, bang, bang
Motherfuckers know I'm headhunting, what?
I thought a lame nigga said some red button
I'm spittin' at the cameraman, then I pass the gun to my bitch
Now do the hammer dance
Ah, Doc J in this bitch
Too many shots of Henny, I'm baited and *
It's ironic I know how to hold my liquor
But every time a nigga two-steppin', I'm wastin' the *
Wait, wait, on my waist, got the blick
It's a throwaway hammer, so I ain't too legit
Like the WNBA guard Cooper, my gun is a spark shooter
You pass, I shoot, you made an assist
My niggas posted at the liquor store
My brothers low-key while I grip the Thor
You don't want beef, why you in it for?
I bring the beef to your stew, like Densimore
Tell your engineer to hear a chord
We grade, they dope, nigga, most niggas claim they rap
But they don't, nigga, shoot, gang, wave, they flack
For the coast, nigga, don't, niggas, James St. Patrick with those niggas
Told y'all, * you niggas who wanna hate
In the club, dancin' with my gun like we on a date
Keep your lollipop, how many licks does it take
For me to fill up my safe, I need a million a day
Cause ain't * sweet, but the bread like some funnel cake
Blow over your head like bodies buried under lakes
Won't be finished with these lines till I win the race
I'ma eat due to my drive, nigga, run my plate
Underrate, that's some mistake
I'm gonna save the game, I should put on the cape
Be the one who hates you, run away and underlay
Tell that boy I'm the coach if he wanna play
Kenny always keepin' it 100, call me Honey Cake
These niggas from the left coast ain't right
Creep on the low, low in the late night
I'm higher than aircrafts, not in plain sight
My hammer is mean, but at least my aim's nice
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand, gang, gang
And I got the hammer in my pants, gang, gang
Yeah, you can call it hammer pants
But wait, you might lead a club in the Amarillans
Bang, bang, bang
Motherfuckers know I'm headhunting
What? I thought a lame nigga said something
Red button, I'm spittin' at the cameraman
Then I pass the gun to my bitch, now do the hammer dance
Yo, I wore a robe in this motherfucker
Crooked four-toed, it's the motherfuckers
I'm dressed to kill with chrome, that's why they call it a wardrobe
Lord knows I'm a plucker, plucker
We're the hoes that might wanna suck it
Till they comin' up with sore throats in this motherfucker
My niggas cop chains with rocks that hang low
You coppin' plain clothes like an undercover
She feel the ratchet as she back it on me
I guess I got two ratchets on me
When it comes to rappin', I be snappin', homie
No colostomy, but I got the * in me
The bag, brody, you say the birds flock to you
Well, apparently she a parrot, cause she mockin' you
I'm plockin' cuckoo brand as I fly the coop
I got birds that I swallow, I'm cockatoo
I show up hella late, I'm on rapper time
I know the club owner, I don't stand in line
*, niggas keep mockin', I'ma handle mine
Hammer show you what time it is, call it hammer time
Bad bitch in the club, got my scopes on her
All I wanna do is *, man, I don't want her
My team's in this bitch, you can drink till you lit
All drinks on the house like homeowners
We in the booth, the feeling is back
Me and my crew, the illest of us
Speakin' the truth, you niggas is whack
One call, send the beef to you
Not speakin' on food delivery apps
I be ridin' with the blicky
Squeezin' on the llama, I'ma pop it till it's empty
Spin blue strips, got a pocket full of binges
Blowin' presidents, I don't be Monica Lewinsky