Hammer Time Songtext
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
Hahaha
Now say Butta (Butter)
Butta (Butter)
Shit
Taking that chance, I ain't givin' up
Stopped giving a fuck and I went and just leveled up
DJ my man, sayin'
Yeah (Yeah)
Hahaha
Now say Butta (Butter)
Butta (Butter)
Shit
Taking that chance, I ain't givin' up
Stopped giving a fuck and I went and just leveled up
DJ my man, sayin'
Like tryna jump in this bitch, right, double dutch
Pocket big, that bitch kangaroo
This bitch a nobody, that bitch a who?
I see it different, got a new view
It's me forever, never you
Butta
Can't touch this (Bitch)
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
(Can't touch this, bitch)
Can't touch this
Keep talkin' that shit and you'll look the fuck terrible
Touch me once, get whipped like Miracle
Under the sea with the drip like Ariel
Allergic to the fake, can't touch the material
I'm a badass jawn, that's hard to avoid
Get, get it, shawty, feel like Lloyd
Beat the thang up and my name ain't Floyd Broke ass boy really got me annoyed
I got bad habits that's really outrageous
What happens here gon' stay, Vegas
Turn your face to a Harley David seat
My life AMC, come and watch and hate on me
Pockets swole and some of 'em neat
These bony bitches can't compete
Your big homie on small white tee
Butta
Can't touch this (Bitch)
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
(Can't touch this, bitch)
Can't touch this
I drop my Glock in the booth
My wrist in rotation, I'm whipping chicken noodle soup
Moonwalking, I been dripping Ossh
I kicked in the backdoor, fuck nigga, give me the loot
Yeah, I move with a different dynamic
He in the backyard, we left his brains on the hammock
I put a blade in the sandwich
And we left his house in the woods put he ain't goin' campin'
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby Beretta, I air out the room
Stupid ass nigga got beat with a broom
Nigga, I still hide my weed in my Fruit of the Looms
I feel like a butterfly in a cocoon
And you wanna go up 'til I bust your balloon
I was born with a spork, you had a silver spoon
Oh, you smellin' yourself 'til I spray your ass up like perfume
Butta
Can't touch this (Bitch)
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
(Can't touch this, bitch)
Can't touch this
Pocket big, that bitch kangaroo
This bitch a nobody, that bitch a who?
I see it different, got a new view
It's me forever, never you
Butta
Can't touch this (Bitch)
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
(Can't touch this, bitch)
Can't touch this
Keep talkin' that shit and you'll look the fuck terrible
Touch me once, get whipped like Miracle
Under the sea with the drip like Ariel
Allergic to the fake, can't touch the material
I'm a badass jawn, that's hard to avoid
Get, get it, shawty, feel like Lloyd
Beat the thang up and my name ain't Floyd Broke ass boy really got me annoyed
I got bad habits that's really outrageous
What happens here gon' stay, Vegas
Turn your face to a Harley David seat
My life AMC, come and watch and hate on me
Pockets swole and some of 'em neat
These bony bitches can't compete
Your big homie on small white tee
Butta
Can't touch this (Bitch)
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
(Can't touch this, bitch)
Can't touch this
I drop my Glock in the booth
My wrist in rotation, I'm whipping chicken noodle soup
Moonwalking, I been dripping Ossh
I kicked in the backdoor, fuck nigga, give me the loot
Yeah, I move with a different dynamic
He in the backyard, we left his brains on the hammock
I put a blade in the sandwich
And we left his house in the woods put he ain't goin' campin'
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby Beretta, I air out the room
Stupid ass nigga got beat with a broom
Nigga, I still hide my weed in my Fruit of the Looms
I feel like a butterfly in a cocoon
And you wanna go up 'til I bust your balloon
I was born with a spork, you had a silver spoon
Oh, you smellin' yourself 'til I spray your ass up like perfume
Butta
Can't touch this (Bitch)
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
(Can't touch this, bitch)
Can't touch this
