JPEGMAFIA Burning Hammer
Sticks up Uh All my bitches bad, I ain't never missed Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketin'? I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it You chasin' bitches more than a bag, you will never get it Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin' Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin' Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm the closest to him rhymin' Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause niggas stealin' shit is timeless Little money, no motion, you know you gettin' cut Bitches tryna keep me down, they never see mе when I'm up I'm dressed likе Rhythm Nation, no patience for who you holdin' up You people treatin' them like messiahs, they not holy to us Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin' Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin' Beam right in his face, he said a prayer Niggas gossipin', choppers gon' clear the air Quit window shoppin', boy, you need profit for coppin' Yo' bitch a bopper and you not gonna make it with her beside All my bitches bad, I ain't never missed Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketin'? I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it You chasin' bitches more than a bag, you will never get it Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin' Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin' Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm the closest to him rhymin' Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause niggas stealin' shit is timeless These times we livin' in, keep the strap on us The F&N I'm packin' gon' back me up, in myself I trust There was a time I thought the love go hand-in-hand with lust And every time I'm down, I got another bitch to cheer me up It's obvious I'm not with the fakin', niggas ain't really cakin' I commit to hating specific agents, I never chase it Dressing like I'm taken, dual-wieldin' like Tomb Raider Hopin' in the end, let's see who stays and who really ain't there Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin' Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin' Drop that burnin' hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kickin' Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spittin' ♪ Niggas be missin' out on money 'cause they chasin' bitches (Damn) Niggas be chasin' bitches out they league and spendin' chicken (Okay) How can I say this? I'm the bravest in my circle, it's no rehearsal It's black and on purpose, I know you can't relate Everything that I feel, it's channeled through my skin, I know you hate Everything that I say is from that point of view, there's no debate Most these niggas, they wakin' up and they be doin' the same shit every day Pour the soda in the pot and make it do the Macarena ♪
