​mhm (remix)

[Intro]
(One and only)
(ZaySkillz)

[Verse 1: sgpwes]
I keep the stick on me at all times
Nigga talk stupid, get hit with the nine
I told that lil' bitch to stop all that cryin'
That bitch she know that she bad, and she fine
That nigga broke, he don't wanna deny it
I cut these bitches, I don't wait in line
Reload the pistol, it go in your eye
She wanna fuck on the kid, 'cause I'm fire
Went to the store and I copped me some fire
My nina hits bitches, I think that it's bi
I fuck on your bitch, yeah, I'm breakin' her spine
I be tellin' the truth, yeah, she think I'm a lie
I get the money, I get it a lot
I get the coupe and I swerve off the lot
That nigga stupid, I call him a bot
She wanna fuck me, I know she a bot
I will not cuff her, I know she a gnat
If he talk stupid, get smoked like all black
Don't like the weed, but I fuck with the crack
Send me your song, and it go in the trash
These niggas dissin' on me, they all sad
He said he better than me, he gone mad
I hate my life, yeah I think I'ma crash

[Chorus: sgpwes]
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That's your lil' hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like DAMI, Epiphany, mhm
Why the fuck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can't believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my city, mhm
"That nigga broke", I'm like "Really?", mhm

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
(Woah)
Go for a lick then I'm baggin' ya bitch
I'm finna run up a rack in this bitch
Glock on me, finna attack in this bitch
And no, I ain't talkin bout Titan
I get the chop' nigga, I ain't a fighter
Hit that lil' boy up the second we sight em'
Chop' really singing like it's a recital (Yeah)
He talkin' down, he get hit wit that fye-fye
I got your bitch suckin' dick in the drop top
We cut that boy right in half like a crop top
I'm makin' money and you makin' nada
He said I'm broke and I told that boy "Nah, nah"
That nigga hatin', his pockets is flat
Not talking football, I run up a sack
Wouldn't wanna BIA man, shout out to Zack
She wanna know how much money I make and I told her "It's none of your business" (Mhm)
That nigga was talking tough on the 'Gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness (Mhm)
I call up Johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten (Mhm)
I know the opps watching every move so I need you to come here and listen (Mhm)
Diamonds so wet like I jumped out the lake
Run up on me then you twistin' your fate
XD .45 finna knock off his face (Blatt)
Man you too loud, quiet down
Got a suppressor, we take out the sound
I got a shooter to take off your crown
My pockets fat, they like eight-hunnid pounds
But you ain't hear that from me though
Walk in the party, I ate that ho out like I'm eating a bag of Doritos
Talk out of line then we T'ing him up, then we shoot like a technical free throw
Been getting racks, man I've been countin' that green, no I ain't talkin about Cee-Lo
Hop in the whip and I'm pushing a button man none of my whips got a key though

[Interlude: Slump6s]
I mix the Wock' with the Tris (Mhm)
She tried to give me a kiss (Ugh)
That bitch, she making me sick (Mhm)
Got VVS on my wrist (Okay, mhm, wrist)
Hop in the coupe and I push it (Rrrr)
Her booty feel like a cushion (Rrrrr)
In the cut smokin' on cookie (Mhm)
I'm shootin' shit, I ain't looking

[Chorus: sgpwes]
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That's your lil' hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like DAMI, Epiphany, mhm
Why the fuck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can't believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my city, mhm
"That nigga broke", I'm like "Really?", mhm (Slatt)