Mhm
(Chorus)
She say mhm, mhm, mhm, uh huh, mhm, uh, mhm
(Verse)
And he just tweaked out on some stupid shit
No im no lame i never tweak about no stupid bitch
I mix and match put Nike, Marni all over my kicks
That hoe she weird she a trick
You can't get near me in this bitch
Boy got spooked and dropped the stick
Still got no love for a bitch
Love to talk i might just kill em'
Yea he do all that for attention
All that school shit lame as hell
Give a fuck bout' a suspension
I'm independent make them racks then i go get it ha
She give so much brain, i might turn hеr special ed
Yea i feel so much pain, i might pop pеrky, and the xan
Yea im with forgi in the "H" you know that was part of the plan
Ya' man a target on his back that boy a dead man
Im smoking thrax im on the goodie getting damaged
Yea i poured a six of red the muddy got my hands twitching
I just might go work at canes, i love serving chicken
She love to make it clap
She a stripper, I expected her to be in love with that
Huh, uh
I bust a jugg and then i get a puff
Dont hate im different i walk round' with Ricky Owen on my Chucks
That big ol' drac' it might just get em' fucking touched yea
Oh no, I think he know i know he think he tough yea
Go spin his shit take off his hat like bitch what's up