​mhm (remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(One and only)
(ZaySkillz)

[Verse 1: sgpwes]
I keep the stick on me at all times
n*gga talk stupid, get hit with the nine
I told that lil' b*tch to stop all that cryin'
That b*tch she know that she bad, and she fine
That n*gga broke, he don't wanna deny it
I cut these b*tches, I don't wait in line
Reload the pistol, it go in your eye
She wanna f*ck on the kid, 'cause I'm fire
Went to the store and I copped me some fire
My nina hits b*tches, I think that it's bi
I f*ck on your b*tch, yeah, I'm breakin' her spine
I be tellin' the truth, yeah, she think I'm a lie
I get the money, I get it a lot
I get the coupe and I swerve off the lot
That n*gga stupid, I call him a bot
She wanna f*ck me, I know she a bot
I will not cuff her, I know she a gnat
If he talk stupid, get smoked like all black
Don't like the weed, but I f*ck with the crack
Send me your song, and it go in the trash
These n*ggas dissin' on me, they all sad
He said he better than me, he gone mad
I hate my life, yeah I think I'ma crash
[Chorus: sgpwes]
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That's your lil' hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like DAMI, Epiphany, mhm
Why the f*ck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can't believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my city, mhm
"That n*gga broke", I'm like "Really?", mhm

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
(Woah)
Go for a lick then I'm baggin' ya b*tch
I'm finna run up a rack in this b*tch
Glock on me, finna attack in this b*tch
And no, I ain't talkin bout Titan
I get the chop' n*gga, I ain't a fighter
Hit that lil' boy up the second we sight em'
Chop' really singing like it's a recital (Yeah)
He talkin' down, he get hit wit that fye-fye
I got your b*tch suckin' di*k in the drop top
We cut that boy right in half like a crop top
I'm makin' money and you makin' nada
He said I'm broke and I told that boy "Nah, nah"
That n*gga hatin', his pockets is flat
Not talking football, I run up a sack
Wouldn't wanna BIA man, shout out to Zack
She wanna know how much money I make and I told her "It's none of your business" (Mhm)
That n*gga was talking tough on the 'Gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness (Mhm)
I call up Johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten (Mhm)
I know the opps watching every move so I need you to come here and listen (Mhm)
Diamonds so wet like I jumped out the lake
Run up on me then you twistin' your fate
XD .45 finna knock off his face (Blatt)
Man you too loud, quiet down
Got a suppressor, we take out the sound
I got a shooter to take off your crown
My pockets fat, they like eight-hunnid pounds
But you ain't hear that from me though
Walk in the party, I ate that ho out like I'm eating a bag of Doritos
Talk out of line then we T'ing him up, then we shoot like a technical free throw
Been getting racks, man I've been countin' that green, no I ain't talkin about Cee-Lo
Hop in the whip and I'm pushing a button man none of my whips got a key though
[Interlude: Slump6s]
I mix the Wock' with the Tris (Mhm)
She tried to give me a kiss (Ugh)
That b*tch, she making me sick (Mhm)
Got VVS on my wrist (Okay, mhm, wrist)
Hop in the coupe and I push it (Rrrr)
Her booty feel like a cushion (Rrrrr)
In the cut smokin' on cookie (Mhm)
I'm shootin' sh*t, I ain't looking

[Chorus: sgpwes]
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That's your lil' hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like DAMI, Epiphany, mhm
Why the f*ck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can't believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my city, mhm
"That n*gga broke", I'm like "Really?", mhm (Slatt)