On My Momma

[Intro]
(Cage got that cold)

[Verse]
Them niggas do it for the crowd
They ain't got a pot to piss in, they ain't got they own style
I ran that shit up in that BnB, I made my cuzzy proud
30K in thirty days, I had the trap goin' wild
If I buy that bitch a wig, I got the right to pull it out
And if I skid this coupe up to your crib, you better use your mouth
Don't use no teeth, I like it sloppy, bitch
I buy that bag, you hold that Glocky, bitch
She say I ain't got no heart, I do, but you ain't got the key
I could've been a CLB, but I'd just rather run the streets
My niggas in the trenches tryna scrape in all the cheese
I got a trap for all the rats and I got honey for the bees
My youngen on the block got the bait, now he goin' fishin'
Cake up on my plate, help me flip it then I'm gonna split it
I'm on a different mission, I'ma execute with max precision
Still might buy that bitch some fuckin' Christian, call it true religion
She been sinnin', she a freak-freak
Take a trip down to the beach, flood her in CC
I miss my nigga in the system, I'm screamin', "Free V"
Get on my prison break shit and break out BG
Hatin' niggas make me sick
You can't go and get a check, you better go and get a brick
I know hoes with way more hustle than you, nigga, you a bitch
Don't let me hear my name in your dirty mouth, I'll go and get you wigged
Don't let me ask about and hear no shit, you'll end up in a ditch
Don't make me switch, I'm tryna keep this shit in check
I'm tryna get rich, not tryna end up in no chizz
Don't touch my shit, I'll flip that whip for a brick
I ain't tryna hear no sad story
Where we from, I swear this shit get gory
Where we from, them niggas serve you on a plate
Where we from, you make it out, you a great

[Outro]
That's on my momma, bitch
That's on my momma, bitch