Hummer Lyrics

Brand new whip for the summer Big boy ridin' around in a Hummer

Heart too cold for the winter with a Tundra

On my momma, got a new bitch next week, no problem

Block that shorty, she attached, no commas

I don't regret shit, on my llama

Excuse me, pardon me, bitches too salad like Caesar

I like them blind like me though

Red flag around me, it's see-through

Boy built awkward like C-3PO

Fuck the law, that's word, my P.O

Cut the wire, boom, R.I.P. tho

I don't give a fuck, nigga, that shit's for me though, damn

I'm an asshole, I'm a bastard Did I fuck her? True, huh

Did I lie though? Did I mean it? Oh, you know her? Who, huh

I just came to party, big boy p inside that Rari

I just came to party, big boy p inside that Rari

What's better than one? Bring three friends, I'ma show you some fun

I got boys in the back and they all got guns And they askin' for your at, yeah, all you hun

You askin' bout a fee? Matter of fact, baby

You can all fuck for free, that's on me

You can all fuck for free, that's on me

You can all fuck for free, that's on me

Yes, sir, I tell him I'm the best, sir

Hitchcock got a body in my dresser

Yes, sir, that's how you address me

You gotta holla at me like what

Gotta deal with my problems, whoa Money comin' in often, huh

Got a Bentley in my coupe, yeah Got a bitch in my pool, whoa

Givin' this money to mama is nothin' I got a lot more, that shit just keep comin

Seems to be I be the head of discussion Fuck it, you think I be playin' or bluffin

Nothin' is clean, so this shit is disgusting I hit a lick and that shit a concussion

Pedro on top and he not even bluffin' This what they say about me, it ain't nothin'

I'm an asshole, I'm a bastard Did I fuck her? True, huh

Did I lie though? Did I mean it? Oh, you know her? Who, huh

I just came to party, big boy p inside that Rari

I just came to party, big boy p inside that Rari

Big blue bills like I'm really locin'

Runnin' through tracks, Usain Boltin'

Motherfuckers look at me insane hoping

I just drop dead like I'm done coping

Said she found God, uh Oh, right, yeah, that's me, uh

Yeah, she a little freak, uh She be on Christian Mingle

I just hit the shorty up She got some issues, I told her I like it

She like Ramona Flowers, changin' hairs I like a shorty that don't even care, huh

She got a go, I gon' tell you what I got lots of flows, I got lots of those

What, what? I got lots of hoes, I got lots of them

You want one, you can have one for free

I hit the bitch up like let's link

It's really just that easy for me

I don't really give a fuck, nigga

I don't really give a fuck, hoe

I shoot up your place, shoot the party up

Turn cobanas into a Mardi Gras

Speaking with y'all, I need me a shorty, bruh

And your bitch over there lookin' lonely, huh

I might just steal her, like Pittsburgh

Where the cream at, where the dessert?

Hold up, let me smoke before we fuck

Put her on her titties, I show how I do it

I'ma show you how I'm fucking go fluid

I'ma show you how a real nigga do it

She a spicy girl, I'm like ah ah

I'm a whole fuckin' machine

Pull out the sword and there's blood on my sheen

Michael Jackson moves, we movin' like Jean

I got shit to do until we gon' meet, uh Oh, fuck