Hammer Pants

Bitch I got free will
Side eye em like big fish
Frames on me and they big bent
Credit cards getting big spent
House sitting but I pay rent
Really this like the studio
Really I want a groupie bitch
Really I want a change of clothes
Just to feel different in the summer time
Baggy on my like hammer pants
Bag on me hit the hammer dance
Cash on me but it ain't advance
Purify like holy water I'm sanctified like the holy land
Your bitch a dog and you should hold your mans
Before we turn him to a holy man
But
Let me find my honey dip arm like Vince carter through the rim
Armed like he got the 6 shooter all up on his hip
I can't let go of my vices go you know they all up in my grip
I just put that lean on ice and let a nigga get a sip
Sip sip

Nigga been up on his
Big shit (Big shit)
Papa speaking so you listen (listen)
Papa speaking so you listen (listen)
(Yo)
It's simple I'm different
Oh they say all day you might be fiction
No need for Admission
You found keys in ignition
Whip it visit tell you kids and shit
Mystic magic river missing
Legend has it that you had
Whispers die down from chatter
Chattanooga south
I'm moving word of mouth
Like revolution
Like gossip
Like inspiration
My optics like splinter cell
Ill never split a cell
I hit intervals
You hear dinner bells
You get fed
I live my life on red
I live my life on E
But let me find my honey dip
As i tip top right up to the rim
Fuck with the risk
Might get hit keep it hidden try again
I can't let my vices go
You know they all up in my grip
I just put that lean on ice and let a nigga get a sip sip
Sip sip let a nigga get a
Sip sip, sip sip let a nigga get a sip sip



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Brown, Micah Moore
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