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hammers - 410 lyrics

[hook – y. rendo]
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

[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 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

[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
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
coc–n, no b-tterfly (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)

- 410 lyrics

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