Lyrics
[Intro]
Hmmm
Squad, squad, squad
[Chorus]
Hmmm
Unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib, if you're readin' this, it's too late
Hmmm
Point a chopper at a ****
Now he runnin' like a track race
Hmmm
Catch a **** while he waitin' on his dinner
Cut his head off, leave his ass with a full plate
Hmmm
**** talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth
Now I call his ass, "Brace face"
Hmmm
[Chorus]
Unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib, if you're readin' this, it's too late
Hmmm
Point a chopper at a ****
Now he runnin' like a track race
Hmmm
Catch a **** while he waitin' on his dinner
Cut his head off and leave his ass with a full plate
Hmmm
**** talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth
Now I call his ass brace face
Hmmm
[Verse 1]
And your bitch up for grabs like a sweepstakes
I'ma eat her ass like a cheesecake
Hmmm
Now we back to my place
Bust on her face, with 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 **** freeze up like Frozone
Hmmm
Put the chrome to a **** dome
Now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes
Hmmm
I'm at your door like a ding dong
I'll serve you like ping pong
Hmmm
And your bitch say my name like I'm Mike Jones
I'ma eat her ass like some neck bones
Hmmm
Chop a ring like a telephone
Shoot him in his stomach, you would think a **** belly gone
Hmmm
Say, I rap like a sing along
And they got it playin' on they 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 your 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 your block with a banana clip
If a **** lackin', I'ma turn him to banana split
Hmmm
I ch-ch-ch-chhop 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 your bitch like a bass hit
Hmmm
I could turn your bitch, my bitch
Shorty outta hand, fuck around and Ray Rice shit
Hmmm
Channel nine pronounce him dead
Laid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed
Hmmm
Catch a **** tryna run
Shoot him in the side, make him do the stanky leg
[Verse 2]
Hmmm
If you lackin', dead face shots, push your eyeballs back to your head
Hmmm
**** think it's sweet till there's bloodshed
Now he not respondin' to nobody like his phone dead
Hmmm
I ain't even goin' for his head
Chest shot, leakin' out like he standin' for the pledge
Hmmm
Got a bad bitch layin' in my bed
Watch SpongeBob while she give me fantastic head
Hmmm
Got your girl in the backseat, 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 **** spread
Hmmm
Four **** got the whole world doin' it
Got **** teed up like a body in a crucifix
Hmmm
Me and my squad, we up in this bitch
**** talkin' shit, we act a fool like Ludacris
Hmmm
With your 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 lunatic
Uzi spit
Fill a **** up, his medulla split
Who is this?
****, we not new to this
True to this
Passin' hoes to my bros
We be ally-oopin' shit
Hmmm
[Outro]
Runnin' to the money, aye
Turn up, turn up
Runnin' to the money, I'm
Y'all know how we comin', man
Runnin' to the money, yeah
We be runnin' man, to the money, man
Runnin' to the money
Gang
Runnin' to the money
Turn up, turn up
Hell no
Runnin' to the money, yeah
We take that shit out
Take that shit out
Runnin' to the money
Yo, muscle head ass
Brick head ass, boy
Written by: Devin Clemons, Jordan Curtis, Emmanuel Spearman, Marquist Spivey