Umm Hmm

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can see you’re fire, girl, look at that umm-hmm
Looking her way, now just looking at it umm-hmm
That nigga looking too, he tripping ain't he? umm-hmm
She go ahead and get it whipping at him umm-hmm
Goddamn, I can’t feel my face umm-hmm
I’m on that ass like a license plate umm-hmm
Drink lean, no chase umm-hmm
So high like I’m out of space umm-hmm

[Verse 1: Young Thug & MPA Wicced]
We gonna line up a hundred bitches like a limo
With no tints 'cause my jewelry hang
You see that through the window
She like you paying, I ain’t playing
Yeah, you ain't Nintendo
She like you playing, I ain’t playing
Yeah, you ain't Nintendo
I show both fucking bad, yeah, we’re banging around here
Got me pissing on your bitch like we’re drinking tons of beer
She like, can I get a picture of that glacier in your ear?
I’m like, can I take a picture of my babies in your ear?
Yes, sir!
All white, Britney Spears
Nut on her, get out of there just like a leer
I thought Wicc was on a boat, he laughing like a buccaneer
Tore one of her wings off, she's a stuck leer
All my bitches fly, fucking flashy
All your bitches booties looking baggy and saggy
I’m moving slow, I pour that eight inside her rasby
I’m not singing to her, I’m not motherfucking raspy
You dig?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can see you’re fire, girl, look at that umm-hmm
Looking her way, now just looking at it umm-hmm
That nigga looking too, he tripping ain't he? umm-hmm
She go ahead and get it whipping at him umm-hmm
Goddamn, I can’t feel my face umm-hmm
I’m on that ass like a license plate umm-hmm
Drink lean, no chase umm-hmm
So high like I’m out of space umm-hmm

[Verse 2: MPA Wicced]
There it goes again on the Crystal Light
Come here, girl!
What that pussy hit like? (It wet!)
She tell me one word: pipe!
She get me out of there, her name under night, night
Yeah!
Girl, get me right!
No teeth, don’t bite!
Yeah, you know I love my life
Molly with codeine, I like my pussy tight!
Yeah, don't you slide off
She get to her hair like a model
Umm, Ibuprofen
Yeah, I ain’t slow stroking
Beat it up fast just like a rabbit
Yeah, later all the niggas have it
Yeah, I’m beating, I ain't eat shit
Money thick, syrup thick, thick bitch!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I can see you’re fire, girl, look at that umm-hmm
Looking her way, now just looking at it umm-hmm
That nigga looking too, he tripping ain't he? umm-hmm
She go ahead and get it whipping at him umm-hmm
Goddamn, I can’t feel my face umm-hmm
I’m on that ass like a license plate umm-hmm
Drink lean, no chase umm-hmm
So high like I’m out of space umm-hmm
I can see you’re fire, girl, look at that umm-hmm
Looking her way, now just looking at it umm-hmm
That nigga looking too, he tripping ain't he? umm-hmm
She go ahead and get it whipping at him umm-hmm
Goddamn, I can’t feel my face umm-hmm
I’m on that ass like a license plate umm-hmm
Drink lean, no chase umm-hmm
So high like I’m out of space umm-hmm