Hmmm, Pt. 2

Hmmm
Unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib, If You're Reading 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 waiting 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-

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (grr)
Brrrrra! (Gettin' money, baby)
Yeah, comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Real niggas, we ain't fuckin' with the fake shit
Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Real niggas, we ain't fuckin' with the fake shit

Hmmm

Comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Trophies but no handshakes for the fake shit

Hmmm

Flying fast, bustin' lanes no brake shit
Ricky Bobby in a 'Rari on his shake and bake shit

Hmmm

If a nigga want smoke, he can face it
On that GTA shit, leave a nigga wasted

Hmmm

I'm Superman without the cape, bitch
Harden with the Rockets, I took off like a spaceship

Hmmm

Niggas fake it, 'til they make it
I ain't with it, go and get it, stay patient

Hmmm

Gotta load up choppers for the Jays, bitch
The bitch'll "booga-booga-booga"
Sound like a bass hit

Hmmm

I ain't NASA, but I'm on that outer space shit
Dope so strong it will give yo ass a face lift

Hmmm

I'ma keep it brief, no case shit
'Cause all my niggas back so you know we finna take shit
Hmmm
Master with this shit like I'm Mason
Aim at your head, give you dots like Dalmatians

Hmmm

Freddy in the cut, no Jason
Doctor with the chopper give you shots like a patient

Hmmm

And that bag, I be chasin'
Dreadheads with me, lookin' like they Haitian

Hmmm

Crime scene full of shell cases
.45 on me, pumpin' like a gas station

Hmmm

Catch me switchin' lanes like I'm speed racin'
Bullets flyin' leave a nigga with his knees shakin'

Hmmm

Get smoked like the blunts I be facin'
You cap, you get gowned like a senior graduation

Hmmm

When I call, you stand up like you got an ovation
Bullets be thumpin' you feel a vibration

Hmmm

Hit on your bitch now I feel like I'm racin'
Break that bitch down, she divide like equations

Hmmm

Ayy, fuck your bitch like a copycat
Chopper flip a nigga, turn his ass into a acrobat

Hmmm

Hit a nigga in his eye like cataracts
Fuck on your bed, pussy, you can have your mattress back

Hmmm

Ayy, checks we be cashin' that
Shots we be splashin' that
Leave a nigga stuck like a cabbage patch

Hmmm

This shit dead like a cul-de-sac
Juvenile with the pistol, boy, you niggas know it clown

Hmmm

No decline bro'nem be tweakin'
You know they be blowin' that
Your bitch up in the cut and you know she finna throw it back

Hmmm

Chopper, I be holdin' that
I ain't talkin' bout Tekken, but the caliber I take your soul with that

Hmmm

Backwoods I can roll with that
Mix and match designer, I can show you what can go with that

Hmmm

Takin' off your helmet, niggas born with that
I got a Mac, it's clickin' like a mouse, but I'll score with that

Hmmm

And my watch doesn't tick-tock (tick-tock)
Pit Stop with your bitch, now her lips locked

In the cut shootin' shit 'til my wrist locked (bap)
Kyrie Irving to the game and hit them big shots

Ayy

I swear these niggas funny like Chris Rock
These niggas underneath me like a flip-flop

Ayy

Lil' niggas 19 changing hip-hop
Tell them niggas, "Just be ready when the tape drops" (ayy)