Hott Headzz Hmmm, Pt. 2 song lyrics
Hott Headzz Hmmm, Pt. 2 song lyrics
Comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Yea we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Real niggas we ain't fucking with the fake shit
Yea we comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Real niggas we ain't fucking with the fake shit
HMMM!!!!
Comin' back to back on some Drake shit
Trophies but no handshakes for the fake shit
HMMM!!!!
Flying fast busting 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
I hit your booga-booga-booga sound like a bass hit
HMMM!!!!
I ain't ask her but I'm runnin' outta space shit
Dope so strong it will give you're 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!!!!
Fuck your bitch like a copycat
Chopper flip a nigga, turn his ass into a nickelback
HMMM!!!!
Hit a nigga in his eye like cataracts
Fuck on your bed, pussy you can have your mattress back
HMMM!!!!
Jays 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 to the tic-toc
Pit Stop with your bitch, now her lips locked
In the cut shootin' shit 'til my wrist locked
Kyrie Irving to the game and hit the big shot (Aye)
I swear these niggas funny like Chris Rock
These niggas underneath me like a flip-flop (Aye)
Lil' niggas nineteen changing hip-hop
Tell them niggas
Just be ready when the tape drops
Yah!
(Laughing)