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)