UMM lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck the fire, we got Grease
Alright, alright, Mmmm
Alright, alright, yeah
sh*t!
Alright, Mmm

[Verse]
I don't give a f*ck, I ride alone
I wake up, pull the covers off and throw diamonds on
Kicked the b*tch out like (Hey!)
How you ridin' home?
Platinum chains hangin' on my neck, look like cadi-chrome
sh*t! sh*t!
(Just shinin' though, I ain't gon' lie)
Don't ask me to help you to get no paper, n*gga, buy a phone
I'm tired of n*ggas askin' for my help, while I'm gettin' on
Damn near make me think you tryna count what I'm sittin' on
I can't near think-
Ah, f*ck, n*gga
I can't near keep count of all the n*ggas I'm sh*ttin' on
Alright, I's f*ck the hoes better when their ass ain't silicone
n*ggas shootin' shots at me, you still like little bro (Little bro)
I'm the first hit you off with a peli-co
Prolly came through the hood, but never came through the alley though
I was in Cali with a strap, me and Sky ain't the hoods, though
Ain't no limits to the sky, but I get high as I could though (Woo!)
The chrome heart got a soft spot for drinkin' wok
This a forty-one bustdown on me, it's not a clock
He be on some, tryna be like a n*gga, he not a opp
Stock dealers only one short street, but it's the block
Ain't no go live-
Ay, turn that phone off my n*gga! (Chill out)
Look at 'em, I got 'em shocked, my n*gga
It paid off, I was in studios a lot, my n*gga
Pushin' dope, my eyes, I finna rolled a lot, my n*gga
Treat everybody like a brother, n*gga
It's weird though, 'cause some get on to hang with other n*ggas
For real though, it's playin' both sides fumble n*ggas
They fallin' back the f*ck off, that's where humble n*ggas
(I keep it real, though)
Without no gloves on, couldn't rumble wit' us
Four lines in one, tryna rap-
Alright, alright, alright
Four lines in the pop, tryna rap, couldn't bumble with us
Still f*ckin' up my money at the intercontidentals
I got flavors right for weed on me, we ain't movin' skittles
Sellin' riddles, they in candles (Alright)
Goin' hard with the hussle, ain't bein' gentle
Still gotta ride fly, this a benz rental
Cousin walk down a brick, you can tell 'cause my team's ready
Now, he ain't blowin' big woods, I can tell 'cause his tail's little
How much weed did you just fire up, 'cause it smell little (Little)
[Outro]
(They ain't fired up sh*t, n*gga)