Um Hmm - Spodee, TI, Yo Gotti

I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm

From where you can’t come around, um hmm

Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm

Say it with me, um hmm

One more time, um hmm

I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm

If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm

I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm

I got a gold floor in ATL, get so much shit, I told my ACL

Go the other way if I see twelve

Havin grams of my daily L

People feelin me, like they read Braille

She like me, cause I keep it real

I’m like Jordan, when I play on the field

All about my green, cause the folks that hated me, wanna see me fail

Sick when I spit, so I sip Activis to make me well

I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm

From where you can’t come around, um hmm

Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm

Say it with me, um hmm

One more time, um hmm

I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm

If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm

I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm

Bankrolls on deck, we get a bunch of bread

Play with me, he ask me, will I bust his head

You know it ain’t no guns in my mercedes, right

My AK say, you know not to play me, right

At all times, keep some bitches in my company

Got them all goin at it till the sun rise, nigga

Cash money stacks, and a bunch of weed

Got a lot of it, none for free

Got the cleanest jewelry, and the cleanest Whip

Fully automatic, with the extended clip

You know we still surve work, it ain’t hard to flip

Who the fuck you know as hard as TIP

You know I been goin at it for a minute

Ridin through Atlanta in a Bentley

Hustle Gang, winnin till we finished

And we bang green, everybody get it

Hey, don’t you know me

Don’t you know that I do, homie

I’m comin through, blowin weed, got 2 on me

Murder charge won’t stick, no gloo on me

I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm

From where you can’t come around, um hmm

Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm

Say it with me, um hmm

One more time, um hmm

I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm

If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm

I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm

You said you goin save me, Imma save myself

Big LV, I even scared myself

Big hustle nigga, no handouts

Self-made nigga, did it myself

Nigas see the DEA, fuck the PDA

Nigga pitch it to the streets, call me TGA

They tryna link me to a case, no DNA

I took my lawyer to the trap, let’s beat that case

A hundred bands, nigga, that’s dope money

Half a mill in the street, that’s floor money

Got bricks on the boat, that’s Coke money

Big dreams, big safe, that’s old money

If you not the nigga, then that’s not your money

Bad bitch, big crib, drop stacks on it

White crib, white rims, spend a deal on it

If you lookin for the Ruger, got a deal on it

Gotti!

I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm

From where you can’t come around, um hmm

Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm

Say it with me, um hmm

One more time, um hmm

I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm

If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm

I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm