[Chorus: KB & Kaymuni]
I don't need a deal to put hammers on my block
I started with a dots, weren't no ladder in my Glock
Give a fuck about a opp whether they're savages or not
I'm from the city where it's hot, don't get popped
I don't need no deal to put hammers on my block
Sixteen, I copped my Trey, I left the mandem with the dots
I already crashed it off so bro you ain't gotta test it
If you're selling suttin, bro we're interested
[Verse 1: Kaymuni]
Cocaine from Colombia, I whipped it on the lane though
They can sign Muni for a mill, I wouldn't change bro
Still share hammers with my peoples
I got a direct link, these eight mill's shoulda said 'made in Nechells'
Better keep a stick, it ain't nice where I'm from
He got himself stuck up tryna buy him a gun
Buj from Pakistan but I sold it in Brum
Bro slapped him with the nine cah he know what he done
And we ain't never been in no drought
How could I? When my boy linked the plug, he was giving 'em out
I blew way more than twenty on waps
And none of that money's from rap
Real life, had the fours in my gaff, left the Trey in my baby's crib
Left the baby nine in the car, no one would babysit
Which one shall I step with? What kinda day is it?
Are we baking off today or are we staining shit?
I don't need a deal to put hammers on my block
I started with a dots, weren't no ladder in my Glock
Give a fuck about a opp whether they're savages or not
I'm from the city where it's hot, don't get popped
I don't need no deal to put hammers on my block
Sixteen, I copped my Trey, I left the mandem with the dots
I already crashed it off so bro you ain't gotta test it
If you're selling suttin, bro we're interested
[Verse 1: Kaymuni]
Cocaine from Colombia, I whipped it on the lane though
They can sign Muni for a mill, I wouldn't change bro
Still share hammers with my peoples
I got a direct link, these eight mill's shoulda said 'made in Nechells'
Better keep a stick, it ain't nice where I'm from
He got himself stuck up tryna buy him a gun
Buj from Pakistan but I sold it in Brum
Bro slapped him with the nine cah he know what he done
And we ain't never been in no drought
How could I? When my boy linked the plug, he was giving 'em out
I blew way more than twenty on waps
And none of that money's from rap
Real life, had the fours in my gaff, left the Trey in my baby's crib
Left the baby nine in the car, no one would babysit
Which one shall I step with? What kinda day is it?
Are we baking off today or are we staining shit?
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