UMMM

(Coughing) Got damn, the opps punching right now We the ones that be purging When we spin your block, we swerving We be riding in Suburban's Boy, your pockets hurting These niggas rocking purses I be talking shit on purpose She wanna have car sex Close the Rolls Royce curtains She finna give me good brain Something like a surgeon My fiancé left me She said "This isn't working" She won't hit me back like her phone ain't got no service Ever since then, I've been evil Sipping wocky Popping perkys You can't do no hits with me, you be acting nervous Hop up out the cut boy My shooters, they be lurking We be speeding in that Urus Your life ain't got no purpose Yo bitch want my meat stick Leave that pussy squirting Hop up on the scene and I'm cleaner than detergent My opps say they going far, well let's see who get the furthest Don't let your bitch come to the club, she be in my section flirting Bitch, I am the man and I know that (?) for certain Ummm Think I'm going dumb Think I'm going dumb like "What is up?" Pull up with the truck Pull up with the truck, we f*ck 'em up Bitch, I got that scope with a beam so you know I hunt Two fingers, I said "F*ck the Peace" Niggas know what's up Four leaf, f*ck your clover dreams Boy, you out of luck Gymnastic Hit him in his stomach, now he tummy tucked Running fast Stepping on these niggas I'm like double dutch Ummm Hit She said "Tommy, I want yogurt" So, she do some Trix Tommy, you'll end up with mono if you give that bitch a kiss That boy said that he want war, so hit him with a blitz That nigga a bitch, and I put that on my kid Tommy making play after play, this shit make no sense I am not your kin, so stop calling me your twin Ten plus eleven, I might twenty-two my rims I stuff my opp up in this paper Getting higher than a bitch