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Hammer Dance
Horseshoe G.A.N.G.
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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 that Hammer pants, but wait
You might leave the club in an ambulance, bang, bang, bang
Motherfuckers know I'm head hunting
What? I thought a lame nigga said something
Red button, I'm spitting at the camera man
Then I pass the gun to my bitch, now do the Hammer dance
Doc J in this bitch
Too many shots of Henny, I'm faded and shit
It's ironic, I know how to hold my liquor
But every time a nigga two stepping, I'm wasting the shit
Wait, wait
On my waist got the blick
It's a throw away hammer, so I ain't too legit
Like the WNBA, 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 stoop like Dinty Moore
Tell your engineer to hit record
We grade A dope nigga
Most niggas claim they rap but they don't nigga
Shoot game wave they flag for the coast nigga
Dome niggas, James St. Pat, you a ghost niggas
Told y'all, fuck you niggas who wanna hate
In the club dancing 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 shit sweet but the bread, life's a funnel cake
Blow over your head like bodies buried under lakes
Won't be finished with these lines 'til I won a race
I'mma eat dude 'til my drive nigga run my plate
Underrate, that's a mistake, I'm gonna save the game
I should put on a cape
You wanna hate, you run away and andale
Tell that boy I'm the coach if he wanna play
Kenny always keeping it one hundred, call me Hundred K
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 that Hammer pants, but wait
You might leave the club in an ambulance, bang, bang, bang
Motherfuckers know I'm head hunting
What? I thought a lame nigga said something
Red button, I'm spitting at the camera man
Then I pass the gun to my bitch, now do the Hammer dance
Yo, I wore a robe in this motherfucker
Crooked four toe just to motherfuckers
I'm dressed to kill with chrome
That's why they call it a wardrobe
Lord knows I'm a blucker, blucker
Where the hoes that might wanna suck it
'Til they coming up with sore throats in this motherfucker?
My niggas cop chains with rocks that hang low
You cop in plain clothes like an undercover
She feel the ratchet and she back it on me
Huh, I guess I got two ratchets on me
When it comes to rapping, I be snapping homie
No colostomy, but I got the shit in the bag, brody
You say the birds flock to you?
Well apparently she a parrot cause she mocking you
I'm clocking coo coo bread as I fly the coop
I got birds that'll swallow a cock or two
I show up hella late, I'm on rapper time
I know the club owner, I don't stand in line
Fuck niggas keep mugging, I'mma 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 fuck, man I don't want her
My teams in this bitch, you can drink 'til you lit
All drinks on the house like homeowners
We in the booth, the feeling is back
Me and my crew, the illest to rap
Speaking the truth, you niggas is wack
One call, send the beef to you
Not speaking on food delivery apps
Brap, brap, I be riding with the blicky
Squeezing on the llama, I'mma pop it 'til it's empty
Spin blue strips, got a pocket full of benjies
Blowing presidents out on me, Monica Lewinsky