Mmhmm Lyrics

Look, yeah

I'm one nigga but I'm like a army

Nigga, what's yo' army to a scary storm

Even under weather, you can't harm me

Better; I'm immune to the shit of bulls

Lift a finger, leave a nigga shook

Plant a tree like "I wish he would"

Ankle chains like a shackled foot

Oh, ya' bitch prolly in the wrong hood

Or the side of the country

This nigga pussy, it's bound to get ugly

I know a lil chick who dyin' to fuck me

I put up my hood every time I'm public

Dance now

Put a beam on his head, that's a headline

Bullets sharp, they gon' shapen his hairline

Water around my neck like a well

Time to get up off my ass

Wish me well, slime

Uh, hurdle up, hurdle up

Bitch, huh

Cut her up, cut her up, wrist (Damn)

That lil bitch gon' put my dick in her hand, hold it like Wii Stick (Uh)

We stick, I stick, slip a lil' dick in her pussy

You know I dip (Damn)

I was down bad on my dick 'til I came up

Now I gotta couple chips (Uh)

Bust a nigga in his lip til' his shit drip now he need a lift

Pick him up, ship him out, somebody call up motherfuckin' goddamn ambulance

Uh, huh

He need 'em

Damn, don't fuckin' mislead him

Damn, choppa on me, big drums

Can't see me, John Cena

Yessir

(Yeah)

Yessir

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me no, no (Mhm, mhm)

Okay

Let's go

Let's go, like!

Damn, huh

Damn, huh

Damn, huh

Let's go, like! (Huh)

Damn, huh

Damn, huh

Damn, huh

Let's go, like! (Huh)

Damn, huh

Damn, huh

Damn, huh

Let's go, like!

Let's go, like!

Look

Okay, ain't no debating

Bitch, Zo number one

And he hot like the touch of the sun

Yeah, I'm up to something

Better stay on yo' tongue

My pen sharp like a pencil or pointing a gun

Gotta keep integrity or keep insurance

Cause the Devil's waitin', open hands and arms

Oh, but never belittle him

Liable to do harm

With a choppa, not pitiful

Little as Big Sean

But we got big choppas

And they can't stop us

I smoke my dreads out just like a Rasta

They smoked his mans out

Brains out like Pasta

She goin' insane now

She ain't thinkin' I got her

But I got you, baby

Nine, ten years later, see us, weddin' locked up

Ain't locked up cause God knows that you did a lot

Duckin' potholes, fuckin' racin', dashin' from the cops

You gon' cop? No?

Then don't call up

You wit' the opps, ho

Damn, I feel like Gato

This choppa touch him like screens

Watch him die, woah

Damn, cut it, El Chapo

Give him a beatin' then get paid like Capo

All of my niggas, some dogs, for sure

I call 'em 'Kujo the Pack'

Don't step up if you ain't ready 'nough to act

Bronem come up and hit him right from the back, ho

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (Let's go! Huh)

Damage something

Niggas ain't from my planet, so fuck 'em!

Feelin' like Nick Cannon, I'm drumming

Heatin' up like a Volcano, eruptin'

Can't believe her wildest fantasies

Fuckin' her til the morning, she's a fan of the lustin'

She loves it, she hits me, say "Baby, come fuck me"

Don't touch me

This shit can get ugly like Man with no money

Diamonds on me

Come here

Cartier glasses, them the frames

Fuckin' on yo' little bitch I hit the whole group of friends

Damn, do that make me a fuckin' groupie?

Damn, we shot a movie, no movie

Damn, Spike Tarantino

Cut it up, ho

Nigga chop it up and screw it (Damn)

And yo' lil bitch like a hammer

She wanna get right into it