Hammers - QUIETPVCK, Am, 410

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

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

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

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)

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