Mmhmm

(Part One)

[Verse 1]
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

(Part Two)

[Intro]
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!

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (Let's go! Huh)

[Verse 1]
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