Y. Rendo (410) - Hammers lyrics

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Y. Rendo (410) - Hammers lyrics

[Hook - Y. Rendo] Now that my broski's outside, everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cause he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dip him on me And I got my green 'danna (x2) [Verse 1 - Y. Rendo] 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 silly mix The weight come loud, and I go road For all the cats, I'm filling it It's like, why you talking that sh** I been in your block with the gang And you don't do sh** You go to the Cs, and you buy food And you don't come to the strip But you wanna snapchat on the ends Like I won't just turn up the whip Like I won't just turn up the whip YS lurky, yeah he be up in the whip Any opp lacking on my guy he will rust up the ting Cause I swear down, I've had enough of these pricks Get back for the shh, and you know I won't snitch Get a real young g dipped, man down f**boy screaming "oh sh**" Chinged man at the bus stop Dem man already know this I'm the hardest out of the younger lot And I'm not even the oldest But don't get it twisted All my brothers move cold dish Come round on the aggy ting Front doors gonna open Me and my brothers no lacking That p**y on me was ghosting Dem man just sing a lot Coming like it was frozen Bringing up them dungeons AM sipping potion [Hook - Y. Rendo] Now that my broski's outside, everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cause he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dip him on me And I got my green 'danna (x2) [Verse 2 - A.M] 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 f** 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 zeros, he knows Kick backs not hurting me I'm AM from the 410 And your girlfriend, she heard of me Magazine in the mac-10 That's longer than my rambo Holds 25 and 25, that's 50 in your mango Furthermore, 20 mates Each of them get two sweets That's 10 left for 10 men Doing running legs on two feet That's paigons on the other side That I've never seen, on my mother's life When I catch man, better run inside Or this .45 will pepper eyes f** that man tell a lie That .45 will energize That backshot, them paralyzed Cacoon, no bu*terfly 1 bell that's good enough Why the f** I go 25 That tear through 'em and carry flesh Don't dot n***as, man terrorize Roll up and terrorize Backstreet man terrorize Afghan no Baghdad Man will Baghdad and terrorize [Hook - Y. Rendo] Now that my broski's outside, everyting mad up They don't want no smoke from me Or smoke from any of my brothers The opps hate OD so much Cause he pressure with hammers No face, no case Dip him on me And I got my green 'danna (x2)