MOM

[Intro] Produced by [?] Yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh [Verse] Okay these pussy niggas looking wall to wall I don't double take I'm really in the field as soon as the fucking hurtle brakes Skippin' to the league You ain't really fuckin' come to play I wonder why they try sonnin' me Ayy, talkin' like a sun of god I'm drunk as fuck in the synagogue Listenin' to God like watch it, 'cause I'mma kill 'em all Sinner man, sin 'em all Winter jams, killin' y'all Fuck it, been about ruckus Been about buzzin' Chillin' out loveless and no niggas out from it South Florida shit how can I get up Been up in my sit-ups Sit up when you talkin' to a Backhouse nigga This the Backhouse nigga, you was callin' for your hoes, they get dragged out with ya Maxed out, feelin' it I get jacked up Tellin' my ho, new track, nigga Dependin' on how we get matched up Ritalin, I keep track of that back talk I'm bat shit, I'm that [?]- Bitch, I was In that Monty taking trips to making bitches mad In that Honda, making p[?] nickel back I make a group with that Who you callin' simp I pick the numbers up and sip 'em I double up my shit with that What's all that shit you was talkin' 'bout What's all that shit I [?] 'em runnin' out And they can't rack that up nigga I remember you from school, should've added that up What's all that shit you was talkin' 'bout What's all that shit, I send 'em runnin' out And they can't rack that up nigga I remember you from school, should've-