Unexpected Like A Mixtape Lyrics By Hott Headzz. Unexpected like a mixtape Catch you at your crib, if you’re reading this, it’s too late (Hmmm) Point a choppa at a ni^^a Now he runnin’ like a track race (Hmmm).
Unexpected Like A Mixtape Lyrics
(Hmmm)
Squad, squad, squad
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Unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib, if you’re reading this, it’s too late (Hmmm)
Point a choppa at a ni^^a
Now he runnin’ like a track race (Hmmm)
Catch a ni^^a while he waiting on his dinner, cut his head off
Leave his a^s with a full plate (Hmmm)
ni^^a talkin’ sh^t, put the metal to his mouth
Now I call his a^s brace face (Hmmm)
Unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib, if you’re reading this, it’s too late
(Hmmm)
Point a choppa at a ni^^a
Now he runnin’ like a track race (Hmmm)
Catch a ni^^a while he waiting on his dinner, cut his head off
Leave his a^s with a full plate (Hmmm)
ni^^a talkin’ sh^t, put the metal to his mouth
Now I call his a^s brace face (Hmmm)
And your b^^ch up for grabs like a sweepstakes
I’ma eat her a^s like a cheesecake (Hmmm)
Now we back to my place
Bust on her face, wit’ my nut like a toothpaste
(Hmmm)
Straight up at his crib like it’s Home Alone
Mac up to his face you would think he had a lipstick on (Hmmm)
Price on his head, hella ice like a sled
Make a ni^^a freeze up like Frozone (Hmmm)
Put the chrome to a ni^^a dome
Now his a^s stuck like he need a couple chromosomes (Hmmm)
I’m at your door like a ding dong
I’ll serve you like ping pong (Hmmm)
And your b^^ch say my name like I’m Mike Jones
I’ma eat her a^s like some neck bones (Hmmm)
Choppa ring like a telephone
Shoot him in his stomach, you would think a ni^^a belly gone (Hmmm)
Say I rap like a sing-along
And they got it playing on they phone like a ringtone (Hmmm)
Big d^^k, King Kong
Take her to the crib then I put the whole team on
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I just got some cash on the flip sh^t
Bought your b^^ch some Toms, so she’s playing for the Patriots (Hmmm)
Always first, never second, I’m a god, in the heavens
When I die, I’m a legend, on my Drake sh^t (Hmmm)
Pull up on yo block with a banana clip
If a ni^^a lackin’ I’ma turn him to banana split (Hmmm)
I ch-ch-ch-chop sh^t
Body up in pieces, pick it up with some chopsticks (Hmmm)
Pull up to the scene with a fat b^^ch
And you know I’m finna eat her a^s like some catfish (Hmmm)
I pull up like “Skrrrt!”
Peep out the window, then I had to pop sh^t (Hmmm)
Like Herbo we kill sh^t
We gonna f^^k around, crack your b^^ch like a base hit (Hmmm)
I could turn your b^^ch, my b^^ch
Shorty outta hand, f^^k around and Ray Rice sh^t
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Channel 9 pronounced him dead
Laid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed (Hmmm)
Catch a ni^^a try to run, shoot him in his side
Make him do the stanky leg (Hmmm)
If you lackin’, then you dead
Face shots, push ya eyeballs back to ya head (Hmmm)
ni^^as think it’s sweet ’til his blood shed
Now he not responding to nobody like his phone dead (Hmmm)
I ain’t even going for his head
Chest shots, leakin’ out like he standing for the pledge (Hmmm)
Got a bad b^^ch layin’ in my bed
Watching Spongebob while she gives me fantastic head (Hmmm)
Got your girl in the back seat, sweating like an athlete
Now she on top like a bunk bed (Hmmm)
Guns pointed at his head
Call his a^s Ebola, how a pussy ni^^a spread (Hmmm)
Four ni^^as got the whole world doing it
Got ni^^as teed up like a body on a crucifix (Hmmm)
Me and my squad we up in this b^^ch
ni^^a talking sh^t, we act a fool like Ludacris (Hmmm)
With your b^^ch making movie clips
Slide in her crib eat her a^s like tuna fish (Hmmm)
I come through shooting sh^t
Bodies dropping, have a U-Haul come and move the sh^t (Hmmm)
Shooters acting crazy like some lunatics
Uzi spit
Fill a ni^^a up, his medulla split
Who is this?
ni^^a, we not new to this
True to this
Paasing hoes to my bros
We be alley-oopin’ sh^t
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Turn up, turn up (Runnin’ to the money, ayy)
Running to the money
Y’all know how we comin’ man (Runnin’ to the money)
We be running, man, to the money man (Runnin’ to the money)
Runnin’ to the money, (Gang!) runnin’ to the money (Turn up, turn up, turn up, huh)
Hell naw, take that sh^t out! Take that sh^t out! Yo, muscle head a^s!
Brick head a^s boy
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