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

Yo, muscle head ass (brick head ass boy)