Pair Of Hammers

Ayo

I said ayo

Ayo, Tical, these the rap Double ACP awards

Give us our fuckin' trophy

We're taking everything

Wu-Tang

Throw **** in comas and make vegetables

Training Day

I'll get you dusted like no respect for you

Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you

I make it hot

Even yo' mama won't stand next to you

Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this

Hitting me at 5:46 in the morning?

Pulling on my hive, I'll let the Killa Bees swarm in

The way I play the corner's similar to Josh Norman

I convert the dormant

I could make a movie, two killers in the sofa

Ear to ear, buck-fifty, have you smiling like the Joker

From the lynches and submissions

The llamas and the henchmen

Put these **** on spin 'cause the machine it had to rinse 'em

Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims

My thumb's for counting ones, but this middle is for your feelings

What the blood clot, I'm illin', pop stars, not civilians

Sick of y'all, not to mention, these shots Amoxicillin

Me and Ghostface kill 'em, all over faces written

Tell a boldface liar about face and drill 'em

Like they Dean Cain, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutta flow

To keep 'em on they toes just for kicks like, "What are those?"

And I'ma tell you this

Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you **** like fish

It comes to murder, I assist

Operating tables quietly, they tried to stitch

This 'bout a bitch (This 'bout a bitch)

Then cut the mollys out her tits

Two-tone tassels, red Wally's with the grips

60 Minutes, told her press, we like the Saudis of this shit

And I was dead wrong, I fucked a body off this shit

Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch

I tell her La-Di-Da-Di like I'm Rick

We jammin' in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff

Black Bugatti with the shift

Look at Johnny, I'm Blazing, got an army, not a clique

Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani 'cause I'm rich

Flow tsunami, I'm scheming like a Saudi with a brick

Rappers indie, but claim it was a Ponzi when they slip

I get the thumbs up like Fonzie 'cause I'm lit

New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick

Throw **** in comas and make vegetables

Training Day

I'll get you dusted like no respect for you

Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you

I make it hot

Even yo' mama won't stand next to you

Ayo, you feel me

There's more and more **** tryna kill me

Jewelry too heavy

Diamonds too milky

The way I shoot the gift, it's like my slide is too silky

My mouth caught a body on cam but my tongue guilty

My mouth talk dirty with Grandma, my tongue filthy

My arms come with armor, my baby momma's a MILFY

And drama is the karma I get for something that killed me

And still might steal on a rapper because I'm still me