MHM (feat. J DA MENACE, Vall3y, Blasphamy, 2toxic & Frank Villa)

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Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
Mhm
Grumps, you crazy
Mhm
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin all the loot
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose (aye)
All my homies winnin', we be gettin all the loot
I
Ain't scared of your shooters
I grew up with OGs, the scammers, and looters
I came a long way from the beats on computers
And now I'm an artist, I thought that you knew this Ooh
This shit is saucy as f*ck
Like ooh
I made this beat bouncy as f*ck
Like ooh
These pills got me drowsy as f*ck,
Like wooh
Alright, hold on, lemme get it back
I pour up a deuce and it mix with the Fanta
Drugs in a red sack, I'm feelin' like Santa
So many hoes, like from here to Atlanta
I never been
I always sin
Never been the type to follow the trends
Percocet in me, and it got me intense
What it is, what it do
I'm aiming at you
I'm trippin' off tabs, and I'm sippin' my juice
Grumpstr
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
Peter Piper picked the pepper
Chop knock a bully down I just came in with
some steppers
Like, nigga, who are you
Glock came with a switch, and it came with a suppressor
Why you smokin' to be cool
Stop actin' like somethin' that you not lil' dude
You heard what happened to the last man, just
Be cool
Three K's, like I'm racist, I'm that dude
The devil in my ear, I told him, keep talkin
Aye bitch, told her, keep walkin'
She said she love me, but I don't love you
Aye bitch, I'm freestylin'
Aye bitch, I'm just been wildin
Aye bitch, yeah, the K's smilin'
Is that your bitch? Is she really on my dick
She said she love me, but I don't really love a bitch
Gang
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
Twenty-two twos, now that's forty-five shit
Twenty-three blades, two and a half clips
Why you so bitter? What's at the Beretta
Chi-Town bullshit rappin' on my sweater
MJ, the style is so sick
Dodged the trick, married the full clip
And why you sittin' so stiff
Had a full-time run, now them haters won't trip Dear God, now we got a pistol
Pissed off the postman, post-op official
Blame Grumps and his instrumentals
Tryna cop hoes, now they sentimental
That's what they showin' me
I'm like a half-mob deep, fuckin' prodigy
Them bustas lay down
And they mind-fucked up with the Trey pound, yea
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
(Shoot you)
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
(Aye, All the loot)
What it is, what it do
(What it do)
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
(Shoot you)
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
How you get a sentence off a photo
Caught you with the .44 at the photo
We ain't catchin' cases, I'ma get this bread
Bullets hit the whip, now your homie dead
Worry about the opps, but your block's a haters
Hella instigators turn investigators
Better keep it sly when you move it, homie
Rockin', hittin' freezes when we practice, homie
Turn it to a party when the ratchet's on me
Tessie hit the block, nobody gassin' on me
Nothin' fill the middle when we sendin' shots
Feelin' like you gettin' hit by cinder blocks
In the building catchin' feelings
I'ma keep it ghouly with the villains
Ain't no hand in licks when the money wash
Stick to dividends, call it Fetty Wap
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
Cookin' up hot shit, I'm known as Chef Curry
30 on your back like your name's Stephen Curry
Motherfuckers got guns, they never use it
I got a gun, I hope I never gotta use it
Game rap, trap rap, don't confuse it
Only pack that I trap is the music
Slit sheets, big beef for producers
Hit trees, rip beats, this the usual
Hoes on my dick where the ratchets at
Claimin' that you got it where the ratchet at
F*ck this rap shit, you can have it back
Livin in Coachella where it's active at
Motherfuckers really wanna catch a case
MHM
You motherfuckers really wanna catch a fade
MHM
I've been out here really tryna set the pace
All you other motherfuckers only gettin' in my way
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
What it is, what it do
Tryna shoot him, and I'm tryna shoot you
You funny, you gon' lose
All my homies winnin', we be gettin' all the loot
My daddy Grumps made this beat
DreamTeam Almighty

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