Cdot Honcho - Mhm Mhm Lyrics

C-d-o-t, man
Honcho (Noah in his bag, bitch)
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Honcho gang, see, y'all already know what the f*ck goin' on (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Man, it's still a motherf*ckin' takeover (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'm in this bitch, chain danglin', you know what the f*ck goin' on

Ayy, you know how we rollin', we deep
Got a problem with one of us
You got a problem with all of us
Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit' bitches
They mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (brrp)
Speakin' of callin', it's finna be yours
Better respect me, or God finna call him up (grraow)
We gon' let every shell rip through your pores
Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn)

How I run to that money, I shoulda been sore, uh-huh
I hit a lot of hoes, you prolly know 'em
Better yet one of 'em probably is yours (huh)
Nah, I'm lyin' I knew she was yours
I was on IG, I hit that explore
I know why niggas don't like me
I been stuffin' my dick in the hoes they tend to adore (huh)
It ain't 'bout money, I tend to ignore
She can't suck dick, I tent to ignore
Run in your crib, we finna explore
Whatever pop out we drop to the floor (grraow-grraow)
Yup, smokin' exotic, zip and a pint in my door
Call me Honcho the Plumber
Finna come lay down pipe on your whore

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Ayy, man, look (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
This shit just really gettin' started, man (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
When I say it's still a motherf*ckin' takeover (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
It's still a motherf*ckin' takeover
This shit finna be goin' on all day

Ayy, you know how we rollin', we deep
Got a problem with one of us
You got a problem with all of us
Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit' bitches
They mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (brrp)
Speakin' of callin', it's finna be yours
Better respect me, or God finna call him up (grraow)
We gon' let every shell rip through your pores
Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn)

And I'm dripped from the bottom up
Yo' ho tryna give that lil' bottom up (ew)
4-4 Bulldog, don't make me walk him up
They prolly'll eat him up
You can put all y'all jewelry together
To one of my pieces, it ain't enough
I might hit both of them bitches together
'Cause one-on-one with them just ain't enough (ew)
You say you get money, ain't got shit to show
It ain't addin' up
Play with that money, We'll find you
Like they unlockin' a iPhone, they slidin' up (skrrt)
Yo' ho let me get right behind her, she a freak
She askin' me, can I tie her up
But to be honest, I'm tired of her
So as soon as that money hit me
She can know it's bye-bye to her

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Ayy, man, I'm done talkin', man (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma let everythin' speak for itself, man (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma let my work speak for itself (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
I'ma let the ice speak for itself (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
See them bitches talkin' a lil right there

Ayy, you know how we rollin', we deep
Got a problem with one of us
You got a problem with all of us
Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit' bitches
They mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (brrp)
Speakin' of callin', it's finna be yours
Better respect me, or God finna call him up (grraow)
We gon' let every shell rip through your pores
Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (damn)