Hammers

You tote tags, I tote semis I been in my bag, you must've just missed me I got two hammers they ride around with me Too many racks, too many Benjis I got two bodies in the back of the Hemi Saint Laurent briefcase, I’m handling business Ticket for the Royce with the stars in the ceiling They say rap violent so I’m making a killing Two racks for the fleece Patek Phillipe Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets I do not play that no fuck-shit on me I own the city they gave me a key Signed by Colgate 'cause I stay with the beam LeSean McCoy, man I cut through the seam Got 'em addicted, now they’re all fiends Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans Hitters on deck like Giancarlo Stanton Two of your houses on one Phantom Got two garages one under the mansion Hold 'bout 12 cars but I park for seven Fam locked down so you know I had to bail 'em Bodies in the back you thought I was Melvin Momma used to beat me for banging on pans She ain’t know I was becoming a man Preparing myself to count income in grams Now all she know is I bring home the bands Momma quit work 'cause I convinced her I can Made all this money without passing exams After momma house bought me a stag Wore and cleaned up with the same rag Now my week's spending won’t fit in a bag You ain’t my dog, see me up and don’t wag You tote tags, I tote semis I been in my bag, you must've just missed me I got two hammers they ride around with me Too many racks, too many Benjis I got two bodies in the back of the Hemi Saint Laurent briefcase, I’m handling business Ticket for the Royce with the stars in the ceiling They say rap violent so I’m making a killing Two racks for the fleece Patek Phillipe Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets I do not play that no fuck-shit on me I own the city they gave me a key Signed by Colgate 'cause I stay with the beam LeSean McCoy, man I cut through the seam Got 'em addicted, now they’re all fiends Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans Lace 'em up then put in the work I'm talking 'bout drugs, slide you a perc Make your bitch scream like she 'bout to give birth Your shooter gon' ride, you must mean a hearse Shoot it fast Upper class Walk with a lot of racks Your bitch not to test me 'cause I'm gonna break her back Say I'm the goat straight up they keep a stack Everywhere I go you know I keep a MAC I’m talking 'bout ten Playing to win Dicked her down, 'cause you know we all sin She used up, just throw her in a bin They slide got him jumping out his skin Check me out, my flow cold Bands on bands, I make it snow Cute lil' face, she gave me dome He talking wild, get hit with the chrome You tote tags, I tote semis I been in my bag, you must've just missed me I got two hammers they ride around with me Too many racks, too many Benjis I got two bodies in the back of the Hemi Saint Laurent briefcase, I’m handling business Ticket for the Royce with the stars in the ceiling They say rap violent so I’m making a killing Two racks for the fleece Patek Phillipe Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets I do not play that no fuck-shit on me I own the city they gave me a key Signed by Colgate 'cause I stay with the beam LeSean McCoy, man I cut through the seam Got 'em addicted, now they’re all fiends Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans