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-