"My Mama" lyrics
Quit tellin' me I'm next when I done lost all respect
Ain't even got no interest, turn this bitch up, I'm tempted
Couple killers from Memphis
On my way to the city, pay a lawyer for Nell
Thump something for Temer, and turn this bitch up for Chelle
Ride with us or else, pussy niggas get stretched
5Ms on the counter, and I'm still kinda depressed
Nigga, not 'cause of money, 'cause what happened to Neff
'Cause what happened to Rob, fuck happened to Val
Told you we still in town with it
I don't be with rappers, Ma, I be with foul niggas
We tryin' to down something
If you ain't on what we on, then stay from 'round us
I can hear you now, Dugga, they time up
My momma told me, "Keep ya family first and watch out for your homies"
All them Ms we was wantin' and really don't need
Put the heroin down, they requestin' more weed
And my momma told me, "You gon' be something special, nigga, on Reece"
I ain't sellin' no lean, bro, 'cause I drink it
You bitches don't love me, that's what I'm thinkin'
And my momma told me
And my momma showed me
I ain't got no friends, nigga, just me
I ain't coppin' no Benz, I want all demons
And my niggas know me
I ain't have to testify to take my plea
You could tell that shit to cuz who don't know about it
She go to church so I'm trying to bring the ho up out her
Play with us, we blowin' 'bout it, youngin told me
Put the track up, hop in that Escalade V
I ain't trippin' on no syrup, bring me all beans
Still tryin' to catch the serve if the dog cheap, I want 'em all free
Momma know me, I ain't droppin' off shit under APs
Last time I sold a bell 2018
Seen a nigga run up Ms off of fake jeans and got killed
My momma told me, "Keep ya family first and watch out for your homies"
All them Ms we was wantin' and really don't need
Put the heroin down, they requestin' more weed
And my momma told me, "You gon' be something special, nigga, on Reece"
I ain't sellin' no lean, bro, 'cause I drink it
You bitches don't love me, that's what I'm thinkin'
And my momma told me
And my momma showed me
I ain't got no friends, nigga, just me
I ain't coppin' no Benz, I want all demons
Ain't even got no interest, turn this bitch up, I'm tempted
Couple killers from Memphis
On my way to the city, pay a lawyer for Nell
Thump something for Temer, and turn this bitch up for Chelle
Ride with us or else, pussy niggas get stretched
5Ms on the counter, and I'm still kinda depressed
Nigga, not 'cause of money, 'cause what happened to Neff
'Cause what happened to Rob, fuck happened to Val
Told you we still in town with it
I don't be with rappers, Ma, I be with foul niggas
We tryin' to down something
If you ain't on what we on, then stay from 'round us
I can hear you now, Dugga, they time up
My momma told me, "Keep ya family first and watch out for your homies"
All them Ms we was wantin' and really don't need
Put the heroin down, they requestin' more weed
And my momma told me, "You gon' be something special, nigga, on Reece"
I ain't sellin' no lean, bro, 'cause I drink it
You bitches don't love me, that's what I'm thinkin'
And my momma told me
And my momma showed me
I ain't got no friends, nigga, just me
I ain't coppin' no Benz, I want all demons
And my niggas know me
I ain't have to testify to take my plea
You could tell that shit to cuz who don't know about it
She go to church so I'm trying to bring the ho up out her
Play with us, we blowin' 'bout it, youngin told me
Put the track up, hop in that Escalade V
I ain't trippin' on no syrup, bring me all beans
Still tryin' to catch the serve if the dog cheap, I want 'em all free
Momma know me, I ain't droppin' off shit under APs
Last time I sold a bell 2018
Seen a nigga run up Ms off of fake jeans and got killed
My momma told me, "Keep ya family first and watch out for your homies"
All them Ms we was wantin' and really don't need
Put the heroin down, they requestin' more weed
And my momma told me, "You gon' be something special, nigga, on Reece"
I ain't sellin' no lean, bro, 'cause I drink it
You bitches don't love me, that's what I'm thinkin'
And my momma told me
And my momma showed me
I ain't got no friends, nigga, just me
I ain't coppin' no Benz, I want all demons
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Khaya Gilika, Kenenbaev Meder, Daniela Voznesensky
