My Hammer

Shout out everybody on the west coast, you know what it is
Dom Kennedy what up? You already know what the fuck going on
Jon Cambry what up? Jon Edwards what up?
(As long as you got that badge it don’t matter what you look like)
Baby come back damaged
If not, she’s a lot to handle, I
Pull up on a groupie with my manners
Put her in my plans and
Put her in a phantom, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
I don’t trip, less it’s out of town
Flow flawless, what do I gotta worry about?
Flip a couple songs, putting on for the dawgs
Dish it out to my squad, get your hand out the pot
Cause it’s hot there, you were looking for the one when it’s not there
I got the bang for the buck so it stops here
I’m the one stepping upto the spot here
The chicks you might’ve heard, now they wanna flock here
Now they wanna flock here, now they wanna pop here
Now they wanna twist like the lock hair
Niggas know I ain’t playing around and when it comes to the women I be laying
em down
I’m on a roll like X juice, I don’t even got an excuse
Getting choke like neck noose
What you wanna do nigga?
Who the fuck are you nigga?
You can bring your crew nigga
They can get it too nigga
Baby come back damaged
If not, she’s a lot to handle, I
Pull up on a groupie with my manners
Put her in my plans and
Put her in a phantom, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Baby come back damaged
If not, she’s a lot to handle, I
Pull up on a groupie with my manners
Put her in my plans and
Put her in a phantom, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
I’m into making these songs
Getting this cake and I’m done
Take it and run, most of these rappers my sons
Faking and lacking these funds, know where we from
Your shawty down to ride, told her to come inside
She knows we ain’t like these other guys
Leaving them traumatized
Killing at will, vehicular homicide
Our stature is bonifide, haters are horrified
Mad cause we’re working and occupied
My homies are sharp and fly cause us the starting 5
Sorry son, you are not qualified
Setting records like BOAT
Rising higher than a float
I don’t really mean to gloat
But yo you messing with the GOATS
Baby come back damaged
If not, she’s a lot to handle, I
Pull up on a groupie with my manners
Put her in my plans and
Put her in a phantom, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I
Don’t know how to think without my hammer, I