Hmmm

Hmmm
 Squad, squad, squad
 (Hmmm) unexpected like a mixtape
 Catch you at yo' crib, if you're readin' this, it's too late
 (Hmmm) point a choppa at a nigga
 Now he runnin' like a track race (hmmm)
 Catch a nigga while he waitin' on his dinner
 Cut his head off, leave his ass with a full plate (hmmm)
 Nigga talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth
 Now I call his ass brace face
 (Hmmm) unexpected like a mixtape
 Catch you at yo' crib, if you're readin' this, it's too late
 (Hmmm) point a choppa at a nigga
 Now he runnin' like a track race (hmmm)
 Catch a nigga while he waitin' on his dinner
 Cut his head off, leave his ass with a full plate (hmmm)
 Nigga talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth
 Now I call his ass brace face (hmmm)
 And yo' bitch up for grabs like a sweepstake
 I'ma eat her ass like a cheesecake (hmmm)
 Now we back to my place
 Bust on her face, wit' my nut like a toothpaste
 (Hmmm) straight up at his crib like it's Home Alone
 MAC up to his face, you would think he had a lipstick on (hmmm)
 Price on his head, hella ice like a sled
 Make a nigga freeze up like Frozone (hmmm)
 Put the chrome to a nigga dome
 Now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes (hmmm)
 I'm at yo' door like a ding-dong
 I'll serve you like ping-pong (hmmm)
 And yo' bitch say my name like I'm Mike Jones
 I'ma eat her ass like some neck bones (hmmm)
 Choppa ring like a telephone
 Shoot him in his stomach, you would think a nigga belly gone (hmmm)
 Say I rap like a sing-along
 And they got it playin' on their phone like a ringtone (hmmm)
 Big dick, King Kong
 Take her to the crib, then I put the whole team on
 (Hmmm) I just got some cash on the flip shit
 Bought yo' bitch some Toms, so she's playin' for the Patriots (hmmm)
 Always first, never second, I'm a God, in the Heavens
 When I die, I'm a legend on my Drake shit (hmmm)
 Pull up on yo' block with a banana clip
 If a nigga lackin', I'ma turn him to banana split (hmmm)
 I ch-ch-ch-chop shit
 Body up in pieces, pick it up with some chopsticks (hmmm)
 Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch
 And you know I'm finna eat her ass like some catfish (hmmm)
 I pull up like, "Skrrt"
 Peep out the window, then I had to pop shit (hmmm)
 Like Herbo, we kill shit
 We gon' fuck around, crack yo' bitch like a base hit (hmmm)
 I could turn yo' bitch my bitch
 Shorty outta hand, fuck around and Ray Rice shit
 (Hmmm) Channel 9 pronounced him dead
 Laid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed (hmmm)
 Catch a nigga try to run, shoot him in his side
 Make him do the stanky leg (hmmm)
 If you lackin', then you dead
 Face shots, push ya eyeballs back to ya head (hmmm)
 Niggas think it's sweet 'til his bloodshed
 Now he not respondin' to nobody like his phone dead (hmmm)
 I ain't even goin' for his head
 Chest shots, leakin' out like he standin' for the pledge (hmmm)
 Got a bad bitch layin' in my bed
 Watchin' Spongebob while she gives me fantastic head (hmmm)
 Got yo' girl in the back seat, sweatin' like an athlete
 Now she on top like a bunk bed (hmmm)
 Guns pointed at his head
 Call his ass Ebola, how a pussy nigga spread (hmmm)
 Four niggas got the whole world doin' it
 Got niggas teed up like a body on a crucifix (hmmm)
 Me and my squad, we up in this bitch
 Nigga talkin' shit, we act a fool like Ludacris (hmmm)
 With yo' bitch makin' movie clips
 Slide in her crib, eat her ass like tuna fish (hmmm)
 I come through shootin' shit, bodies droppin'
 Have a U-Haul come, and move the shit (hmmm)
 Shooters goin' crazy like some lunatics
 Uzi spit (fill a nigga up, his medulla split)
 Who is this? (Nigga, we not new to this)
 True to this (passin' hoes to my bros)
 We be alley-oopin' shit (hmmm)
 (Runnin') turn up, turn up (runnin' to the money)
 Y'all know how we comin', man (runnin' to the money)
 We be runnin', man, to the money, man (runnin' to the money, huh?)
 Runnin' to the money (gang!)
 Runnin' to the money (turn up, turn up, runnin' to the money)
 Hell nah (get it), we take that shit out, take that shit out, bruh
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 Yo, muscle head ass (brick head ass boy)