[Chorus: squillo]
I beat a n***a with a fuckin' hammer
This that dark shit, not no MC Hammer
When I get mad, I turn to Bruce Banner
Stop talkin' on me, watch your fuckin' grammar
Hand on the trigger, turn into a spammer
Hit a n***a up, on a fuckin' banner

[Verse 1: squillo]
Choke his brother out with a hanger
I'm in a [?] cookin' up the [?]
I'm in NY like the fuckin' Rangers
You is not gang, you a fuckin' stranger
Cut a n***a up, put him in containers
Go story mode, I'm a campaigner
Got all the drugs, I'm a exchanger
Always in your city, we some fuckin' strangers
I call Osama, yeah, you know that ganger
Got him on the song, that's a no brainer
Don't fuck with us 'cause you know it's danger
I feel like Skul, I turn into a Drainer
I rip a n***a, no Beyblade
These n***as pussy, why they so afraid
Can't fuck with these n***as no more
Can't hang with no n***a if he don't get no money, he poor
If you talk on my gang, then we come to that door
Say you uppin' my what? You ain't uppin' my score
I beat your mans last week in a store
Might do it again 'cause a n***a bored
[Chorus: squillo]
I beat a n***a with a fuckin' hammer
This that dark shit, not no MC Hammer
When I get mad, I turn to Bruce Banner
Stop talkin' on me, watch your fuckin' grammar
Hand on the trigger, turn into a spammer
Hit a n***a up, on a fuckin' banner

[Verse: OsamaSon]
Better watch when I fuckin' lay you down
Glock 22 came with fifty round
I ain't crackin' no joke, you fuckin' clown
Pull up, get your shit laid down
Walked into [?], I don't got no smile
Look wrong, I'ma air this bitch out
I ain-I ain't never ask for no clout
You talk yo' shit, I'ma aim at your mouth
Finesse you, come beat down your house
Bitch, you shoot bricks, like Shaq, rebound
B-B-Bitch, can't take my sound
In the trap, I whip them pounds
Take your shit like lost and found
Like, this my shit, can't get it now, li-like how
O-O-Osama be going up, I'm like yeah, yeah
And this Glock, it shoot far
Shit I got right now, shoot through cars
Geeked than a ho, I'm on Mars
Fu-Fucked your ho, that bitch ours
Kick shit with a chop, I don't do no art
Add a drum, this bitch bark
C-Count racks in the dark, big .40 Cal', n***a, I ain't throwing no darts
Say, you better duck, take your heart
In the cut like Jeff in the dark