Hmmm, Pt. 2

Hmmm Unexpected like a mixtape Catch you at your crib, If You're Reading This It's Too Late (hmmm) Point a choppa at a nigga Now he runnin' like a track race (hmmm) Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner, cut his head off Leave his ass with a full plate (hmmm) Nigga talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth Now I call his ass- Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy (grr) Brrrrra! (Gettin' money, baby) Yeah, comin' back to back on some Drake shit Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit Real niggas, we ain't fuckin' with the fake shit Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit Yeah, we comin' back to back on some Drake shit Real niggas, we ain't fuckin' with the fake shit Hmmm Comin' back to back on some Drake shit Trophies but no handshakes for the fake shit Hmmm Flying fast, bustin' lanes no brake shit Ricky Bobby in a 'Rari on his shake and bake shit Hmmm If a nigga want smoke, he can face it On that GTA shit, leave a nigga wasted Hmmm I'm Superman without the cape, bitch Harden with the Rockets, I took off like a spaceship Hmmm Niggas fake it, 'til they make it I ain't with it, go and get it, stay patient Hmmm Gotta load up choppers for the Jays, bitch The bitch'll "booga-booga-booga" Sound like a bass hit Hmmm I ain't NASA, but I'm on that outer space shit Dope so strong it will give yo ass a face lift Hmmm I'ma keep it brief, no case shit 'Cause all my niggas back so you know we finna take shit Hmmm Master with this shit like I'm Mason Aim at your head, give you dots like Dalmatians Hmmm Freddy in the cut, no Jason Doctor with the chopper give you shots like a patient Hmmm And that bag, I be chasin' Dreadheads with me, lookin' like they Haitian Hmmm Crime scene full of shell cases .45 on me, pumpin' like a gas station Hmmm Catch me switchin' lanes like I'm speed racin' Bullets flyin' leave a nigga with his knees shakin' Hmmm Get smoked like the blunts I be facin' You cap, you get gowned like a senior graduation Hmmm When I call, you stand up like you got an ovation Bullets be thumpin' you feel a vibration Hmmm Hit on your bitch now I feel like I'm racin' Break that bitch down, she divide like equations Hmmm Ayy, fuck your bitch like a copycat Chopper flip a nigga, turn his ass into a acrobat Hmmm Hit a nigga in his eye like cataracts Fuck on your bed, pussy, you can have your mattress back Hmmm Ayy, checks we be cashin' that Shots we be splashin' that Leave a nigga stuck like a cabbage patch Hmmm This shit dead like a cul-de-sac Juvenile with the pistol, boy, you niggas know it clown Hmmm No decline bro'nem be tweakin' You know they be blowin' that Your bitch up in the cut and you know she finna throw it back Hmmm Chopper, I be holdin' that I ain't talkin' bout Tekken, but the caliber I take your soul with that Hmmm Backwoods I can roll with that Mix and match designer, I can show you what can go with that Hmmm Takin' off your helmet, niggas born with that I got a Mac, it's clickin' like a mouse, but I'll score with that Hmmm And my watch doesn't tick-tock (tick-tock) Pit Stop with your bitch, now her lips locked In the cut shootin' shit 'til my wrist locked (bap) Kyrie Irving to the game and hit them big shots Ayy I swear these niggas funny like Chris Rock These niggas underneath me like a flip-flop Ayy Lil' niggas 19 changing hip-hop Tell them niggas, "Just be ready when the tape drops" (ayy)