Hamm, bam, if I spit fire, this beat must be the gas can
Stand back, let's get down to brass tacks
I can be a super super super super super super super bad man
All my homies pass gas, I'd rather sip a Hamms can
If I ever had to mask up I got a cache stashed, full of semi automatic weapons, but I'll never ask where the cash at
Only shoot to take a man's
Last breath, PMR til the casket
Full of mad men, who turn into assassins when you threaten to take
One of our own, so let it be known, we are more than ready to get it cracking
Glasses off, that means a thousand yard stare
These eyes alone could slaughter y'all here
We drink motherfucker, we don't bottle our fear
We don't play no games, we really about it round here
Click clack, just like my guns, I kick back
Fuck tip toe in' and Jordan's, I ain't never been with that riff riff
It's timbos and forty's for whoever wants kiss ass
Act like a bitch don't be surprised when you get bitch slapped
This that rap, that'll kick your door down
Drum to the dome for Gods kid to sort out
Your body ain't nothing but a disfigured corpse now
Tell your homies crack a forty, take a sip and pour it out
Boots, button ups, dripping with swagger
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
You'd be crazy to say that this isn't a banger
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
Hamms are delicious, they get me so hammered
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
LiMiTs a man, LiMiT isn't a rapper
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
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Got some bammers with hammer
Never into jibber jabber
If you want to step to this, then be ready to get crackin
Fully loaded magazines, leave you at a disadvantage
But I let my babies breathe, to guarantee you end up gaspin
That's all, this might be your last call
Make your head spin like a fucking dance off
Rats talk, I should've cut off your dads balls
Take a strike at me, ima hit you with a fast ball
What up, Albert Lea, what up, Minnesota, what up, 507, what up
Run your mouth, don't be surprised when you end up cut up
Keep it real, keep a hundred boy, keep it a buck
And if you don't, then you might end up in a pigs stomach
After you beg, and suck on my king nuggets
Unless you become another one of my string puppets
If you won't say shit, then don't think nothing
I don't know how many times I gotta say it
This shit ain't that complicated
If you're hating you'll die, if you're a fan, As-salamu alaykum
No debating, so you better stop complaining
I am better than you, that ain't up for conversation
I got a lot of anger, but I stay in tune with it
Got a lot of talent, and I know what to do with it
Got this down to a T and I ain't talking crucifix
If you really listen to me, you can hear the booms and sips
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
H A M M S, Bam Bam Bam
Boots, button ups, dripping with swagger
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
You'd be crazy to say that this isn't a banger
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
Hamms are delicious, they get me so hammered
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
LiMiTs a man, LiMiT isn't a rapper
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
Hammer bammer hammer bammer hammer bammer hammer bammer
Hammer bammer, hammer bammer
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