Mhm Mhm - Cdot Honcho

C-D-O-T, man!

(Noah in his bag, bitch)

Honcho!

(Mhm, mhm, mhm)

Honcho gang, see, y’all already know what the fuck goin' on

Man it’s still a motherfuckin' takeover

I’m in this big chain, danglin', you know what the fuck goin' on

Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep

You 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 fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up

Speakin' of calling, it’s finna be yours

Better respect me, or God finna call him up

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 (Ahuh)

I hit a lot of hoes, you prolly know 'em

Better yet one of em probably is yours (Huh)

Nah, I’m lying I knew she was yours

I was on IG, I hit that explore

I know why niggas don’t like me

I been stuffing my dick in the hoes they tend to adore (Huh)

If I ain’t bout money, I tend to ignore

She can’t suck dick, I Tinder ignore

Run in your crib, we finna explore

Whatever pop out we drop to the floor

Yup, smokin' exotic, zip and a pipe in my door

Call me Honcho the Plumber

Finna come lay that pipe on your whore

(Mhm, mhm, mhm)

Ay, man, look

This shit just really gettin' started, man

When I say it’s still a motherfucking takeover

It’s still a motherfucking takeover, this shit finna be goin' on all day

Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep

You 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 fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up

Speakin' of calling, it’s finna be yours

Better respect me, or God finna call him up

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' hoe try to get that lil' bottom up

4−4 Bulldog, don’t make me walk him up

They prolly gon eat him up

You can put all your jewelry together to one of my pieces, it ain’t enough

I might hit both of them bitches cuz together

Cuz one-on-one with them just ain’t enough

You say you get money, ain’t got shit to show, it ain’t adding up

Play with that money, we’ll find you like they unlockin' an iPhone,

they sliding up (Skrrt!)

Yo' hoe 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

(Mhm, mhm, mhm)

Ay, man, I’m done talking, man

Ima let everything speak for itself

Ima let my work speak for itself

Ima let the ice speak for itself

See them bitches talkin' a lil right there

Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep

You 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 fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up

Speakin' of calling, it’s finna be yours

Better respect me, or God finna call him up

We gon' let every shell rip through your pores

Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn!)