Gudda Gudda Hammer Time

[Verse 1:]

Uh stop it nigga, you’re fucking with a silver bag,

Niggas think they seeing me, they starting silver packs,

New Orleans, home of the murder,

Niggas talking beef, I’m a cook em like a burger,

Yeah two pistols, one is in my right hand

The other one got a beam light, Sean Paul I give em the light man,

Murk you in your right hand, man they cut off your right hand,

And take yo girl if she light scan

And bend her over on my night stand,

Two much paper on me, I need a money counter,

Choppa sitting in my closet, brick is on my counter,

Young and reckless, VVS necklace,

Talking cash shit, if you don’t expect then you check it.

[Hook:]

Pistol hangin out my jeans, it’s hammer time

Hit the club and blow my money, it’s hammer time

Tote bus full of bunnies, it’s hammer time.

Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it’s hammer time.

[Verse 2:]

I got money coming to me, and pussy right behind that

Bust it open, let me get behind that,

Young money, paper to the ceiling,

Red Rum, I’m about to make a killing,

I’m getting to it, mind on the million,

You tryina rent and lease, I’m about to buy the building

Bitch we eating, eating like it’s feed up,

I had a great summer, I could put my feet up,

Hit the studio, bitch it’s time to re-up,

Bifocals on, niggas still can’t see us,

Big money got them bad hoes talking

I ain’t gotta say shit bitch, big money talking and my

[Hook:]

Pistol hangin out my jeans, it’s hammer time

Hit the club and blow my money, it’s hammer time

Tote bus full of bunnies, it’s hammer time.

Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it’s hammer time.

[Verse 3:]

Hammer in my pocket, you know I’m a bomb first,

All black Bentley, I call that bitch finest words,

Dice in my hand I’m a shake em like a stripper,

Pick the money up and hit the dough and then I’m dipping,

You know what I’m sipping, purple in my Styrofoam

I’m high as fuck, in the sky is where I belong,

Down south champion, I’m a bring the title home,

Overthrow your king, I could take your idols thrown

Gudda Gudda, I’m the hardest nigga speaking

What you’re making in a year, I could make it on the weekend

All my cups muddy and my niggas they be chiffin

On that medical marijuana, my living room stinking and my

[Hook:]

Pistol hangin out my jeans, it’s hammer time

Hit the club and blow my money, it’s hammer time

Tote bus full of bunnies, it’s hammer time.

Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

It’s hammer time, it’s hammer time,

I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it’s hammer time.

Gudda Gudda Good Morning

[Verse 1:]

I swag on em, let my nuts sag on em

Open up a motherfucking can of woop ass on em,

The bitches that you stalkin – I pass on em

I dive in a pool then I splash on em,

I don’t smash it, I wreck it then I crash on it,

Get the pussy donated, you can spend the cash on er

Take a lame nigga face and tap dance on it

Rest in peace tease with your fake ass on it,

Money talks and you ain’t speaking no English

The fire that I’m spitting is something you can’t extinguish,

Your girl is a fiend, she clinging, swing on the penis

Boy I’m space age pimpin, my flight landin from Venus uh

[Hook: x2]

Let me get me, yea it’s time

Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.

Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine

While you watchin what I do, I’m doing me, getting my bitch

[Verse 2:]

Southern flame spitter, like sure dawg

Bring the champagne now pop the coke off

Rich nigga but I still buy sports cars

SS Camaro, top cut like a sports bro

Crazy flow, but you still find no floors,

No ceilings bumping, your girl no draws,

I’m on the takin wins, no L’s, no draws

Always shit, one plus, four stars,

Living like a outlaw – no rules, no laws

It wreck rhymes when I flow ’cause I go hard,

Fuck networking, I’m a Bogart

They ain’t see my vision, now it’s time to show y’all.

[Hook: x2]

Let me get me, yea it’s time

Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.

Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine

While you watchin what I do, I’m doing me, getting my bitch

[Verse 3:]

I’m a murder them, I’m a murder them

All black suit and a hearse for them,

Call up the pastor, get a church for them

I’m a beast boy, welcome to the lion’s den

You say that you was a ride, you’s a goddamn liar

Shotgun bullets, for the shotgun rider,

Passenger soaked up, you never should provoke us

‘Cause all my niggas riders, riding like a tow bus

I’ve been rapping in the game for some years now,

It’s bout time for me to punish all my pears now,

I’ve been sitting on the side just analyzing

Now it’s time to snap necks, I’m a paralyze em.

[Hook: x2]

Let me get me, yea it’s time

Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.

Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine

While you watchin what I do, I’m doing me, getting my bitch

[Outro:]

Yea, Gudda Gudda bitch

Yea, Gudda Gudda bitch

Oh, yea

Hot here, it’s good

Watch yo boy rise and shine bitch

We gon kill em

Yea, good morning

Yea, good morning

Yea, good morning

Watch yo boy rise and shine bitch

Gudda Gudda Drank N Smoke

I made the Cadillac swirl, left hand gripping the wool,

The right hand up in a skirt.

My passenger’s wine fine, I got five dolls all across the world.

I’m connected like the Wi-Fi.

YXY, I do what I do, but your girl got the asses, ’cause I’m screwing her too.

You say young money party, bring you and your crew,

Smoke some, drink some, yeah, we do what we do.

Star foam fill with the DJ stool,

That’s the purple for your uncle said don’t be late too.

Getting fucked up, grabbing the ice, filling the cup,

Sipping to your ice, get low, getting snugged up, jumped up.

Mirror rolled another dutch up, the ladies try to smoke ’cause they’re already fucked up.

Man, I can’t lie, that’s a hell of a life.

Pocket full of money, this gonna be a hell of a night.

Get smoked and drunk and count the money,

We just smoked and drank and count the money,

In a clean tuxedo with the top chap off, we the real nigga shit, we’re not like y’all.

Smoke and drank and count the money,

We just smoked and drank and count the money,

In a clean tuxedo with the top chap off, got a bad bitch with me and I’m getting topped off.

I’m smoking and I’m holding my airs in,

My sixtynine, ain’t got no cup orders

Yeah, I said the 69, original motor falling, that’s really mine,

Paid cash for it, not really grind.

Niggas measuring pounds instead of time,

Cake instead of the day,

Know it’s a quarter mil’, I can tell by how much it weight.

Everything good, I guess my nigga’s straight.

Skinny nigga but my bank is full,

Try to wait a little bit to cut this 9-11, but I’m getting anxious, fool.

30 thousand feet up, smoking like it’s legal,

Getting served breakfast on a trip to Dubai, flying private.

But I am a lot about my people.

Who know the car fast, I slow my speed up,

Made a million of keeping it G and roll the weed up.

Now people fly all across the stations to meet us,

Haters saying they won’t defeat us,

They don’t hate us, they wanna be us.

Truth is you can join us and be us.

We just smoked and drunk and count the money,

We just smoked and drank and count the money,

In a clean tuxedo with the top chap off, we the real nigga shit, we’re not like y’all.

Smoke and drank and count the money,

We just smoked and drank and count the money,

In a clean tuxedo with the top chap off, got a bad bitch with me and I’m getting topped off.

Okay, I’m riding around the city, it’s something that is so pretty,

Passenger looking gorgeous, sing, yeah, she as hot as Diddy.

Diamonds are looking flawless, yes, I pay me a pretty.

You need to keep the eyes on the necklace dancing like Diddy

New Orleans, I put up for my city,

Where the niggas and bitches only sit in my committee.

Lames can’t get at me, so they feel me a green light,

And while they at the red light, nigga I grim ’em

Barbecue ’em like get me.

Young money, I ride with it, is losing, I’d be winning.

Riding my Coop, ignite, back it, I’m winner.

I’m a grimo, that outer more of my wish, that’s the difference, time zone.

Our future, I speak with the shit, I guess my grind on.

And these lame rappers faker than the rhymestone,

Young boss, I’m a show you the shit I’m on,

Pulling my pants, my girl crying on

Why I am TGOD, it’s time to shine on.

Get smoked and drunk and count the money,

We just smoked and drank and count the money,

In a clean tuxedo with the top chap off, we the real nigga shit, we’re not like y’all.

Smoke and drank and count the money,

We just smoked and drank and count the money,

In a clean tuxedo with the top chap off, got a bad bitch with me and I’m getting topped off.