Hmmm

[Intro]

(Hmmm)

Squad, squad, squad

(Hmmm)

[Chorus: E-Mann, JoJo, & Devo]

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 brace face (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 brace face (Hmmm)

[Verse 1: Devo, E-Mann, & Jojo]

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, 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)

[Verse 2: Sumo, Devo, & Jojo]

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)

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 playing on they phone like a ringtone (Hmmm)

[Verse 3: E-Mann, Jojo, & Devo]

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 playing 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)

[Verse 4: Sumo, Devo & Jojo]

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 "Skrrrt!"

Peep out the window, then I had to pop shit (Hmmm)

Like Herbo, we kill shit

We gonna fuck around, crack your bitch like a base hit (Hmmm)

[Verse 5: E-Mann, Jojo & Sumo]

I could turn your 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)

[Verse 6: Devo, Sumo & Jojo]

Niggas think it's sweet 'til it's blood shed

Now he not responding to nobody like his phone dead (Hmmm)

I ain't even going for his head

Chest shots, leakin' out like he standing for the pledge (Hmmm)

Got a bad bitch layin' in my bed

Watching SpongeBob while she gives me fantastic head (Hmmm)

Got your girl in the back seat, sweating like an athlete

Now she on top like a bunk bed (Hmmm)

[Verse 7: E-Mann, Jojo, & Devo]

Guns pointed at his head

Call his ass Ebola, how a pussy nigga spread (Hmmm)

Four niggas got the whole world doing it

Got niggas teed up like a body on a crucifix (Hmmm)

Me and my squad, we up in this bitch

Nigga talking shit, we act a fool like Ludacris (Hmmm)

With your bitch making movie clips

Slide in her crib, eat her ass like tuna fish (Hmmm)

[Verse 8: Sumo, Devo, JoJo & E-Mann]

I come through shooting shit

Bodies dropping, have a U-Haul come and move the shit (Hmmm)

Shooters acting 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

Passing hoes to my bros

We be alley-oopin' shit

(Hmmm)

[Outro: Sumo, JoJo, & E-Mann]

Turn up, turn up (Runnin' to the money, ayy)

Running to the money

Y'all know how we comin' man (Runnin' to the money)

We be running, man, to the money man (Runnin' to the money)

Runnin' to the money, (Gang!) runnin' to the money (Turn up, turn up, turn up, huh)

Hell naw, take that shit out! Take that shit out! Yo, muscle head-ass!

Brick head-ass boy