Mama
Gang [Ayy, this some crazy-ass sh#t right here], mama
Gang [I’ma call this sh#t “Momma”
Hahahaha, turn up
When-When I was young, mama taught me how to count up, I ran through them hundreds [Skrrt
Mama showed me how to count up, I ran through them hundreds, I ran through them hundreds [Turn up], hey
Ma-Mama say, “One day you gon’ fall in love” until I fell in love with money, ooh [Money
I fell in love with the money, hey
Mama thought Birdman was my daddy ’cause mama knew I was a stunna [Brrd
Shit, ain’t that somethin’? I’m just keepin’ it one hundred, ayy
Mama say don’t let them get to me [FBG sh#t
But they make me sick to my stomach
They make me sick to my stomach [FBG, b#tch
These n#gg#s gon’ make me vomit, ayy [Turn up]
I ain’t gotta tell you ’bout me ’cause they know I’m a block n#gg# [They know I’m a block n#gg#, St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence
Roll around the city with thirty in that Glock, n#gg# [Skrrt, boom, boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom
But please don’t get it twisted, I’ll still run up and pop n#gg#s [Brrlah
Come through your sh#t, clean that mess up with that mop, n#gg# [Oh my God, oh my Lord, g#dd#mn, ooh
R.I.P. Boss, he used to like to drop n#gg#s [6347 Trap Money
Dutchie, that’s my bro, he like to f#ck the opps’ sisters [He’ll f#ck your sister, he up on ’em, gang
I f#ck with 50 Strong, so I guess I’m a opp with ’em [I f#ck with 50 Strong, they apart of my family
Young, he gon’ blow, he like to shoot out with the cops, n#gg# [He’ll shoot a n#gg# down, that’s on my homie, gang]
When I was young, mama taught me how to count up, I ran through them hundreds [Skrrt
Mama showed me how to count up, I ran through them hundreds, I ran through them hundreds [Turn up], hey
Ma-Mama say, “One day you gon’ fall in love” until I fell in love with money, ooh [Money
I fell in love with the money, hey
Mama thought Birdman was my daddy ’cause mama knew I was a stunna [Brrd
Shit, ain’t that somethin’? I’m just keepin’ it one hundred, ayy
Mama say don’t let them get to me, but they make me sick to my stomach [Ugh
[Mama tried to tell me about these b#tch n#gg#s
They make me sick to my stomach, these n#gg#s gon’ make me vomit [Ooh], ayy
I be with shottas and
Bro ‘nem ain’t talk, they got knocked with them hammers [Shh
Blankin’ FNs for rockin’ Montana [What?
And I’m the mountains gettin’ toppy from Hannah [Hah, dumb b#tch
Take what’s mine, understand us [Nah
I heard money talk, so I copy the grammar [I heard it
Lil’ b#tches know how I rock and I band up [They know
That hatin’ ain’t stoppin’ these knots that I band up, uh [No, no
All these shots in the handgun [Boom-boom
Kill him, he won’t go to cops givin’ answers [Snitch n#gg#
n#gg#s get shot when that van come [Boom-boom
Frank Block where I am from [Frank Land
So if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, then lil’ n#gg#, miss me, b#tch, come again? [Come again?
My mama said if I hang with broke n#gg#s, I’m gon’ end up one of them [I can’t
So I keep tumblin’
Swear if this rap sh#t don’t work, still my trap gon’ bring numbers in [f#ck rap
All of this money, b#tch n#gg#
You mad and I’m laughin’ like, “Go get you some of it” [Broke n#gg#
Or end up under sh#t
All my lil’ squad, they just shoot for the fun of it [Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
In that trap, I was young as sh#t
Bunch of lil’ young n#gg#s ballin’ in OKC, Thunder sh#t
I f#ck with FBG ’cause we all a bunch of fly n#gg#s [Clout, clout
‘Cause we all a bunch of fly n#gg#s, squad
If my mama taught me one thing never turn my back on my n#gg#s ATF the squad, n#gg#, gang
When I was young, mama taught me how to count up, I ran through them hundreds [Skrrt
Mama showed me how to count up, I ran through them hundreds, I ran through them hundreds [Turn up], hey
Ma-Mama say, “One day you gon’ fall in love” until I fell in love with money, ooh [Money
I fell in love with the money, hey
Mama thought Birdman was my daddy ’cause mama knew I was a stunna [Brrd
Shit, ain’t that somethin’? I’m just keepin’ it one hundred, ayy
Mama say don’t let them get to me, but they make me sick to my stomach [Ugh
They make me sick to my stomach, these n#gg#s gon’ make me vomit [Ooh], ayy
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