Murda Mommy lyrics

[Intro]
Rafael and RJ too,good lookin cuz
I got a little story to kick on this one
Ghost style

[Verse 1]
So Authentic
Sitting in a bullsh*t apartment that is rented and my soul's tormented
A big pile of coke,a grimy ass b*tch I dont trust for a minute because her nose all in it
The sh*t's still for sell though, my man went to jail though
Left fifty birds,10 guns,weed and a scale yo
She hit me on my jack right
I was in the lab blowin' Ackright
In the booth tryna get my stacks right
She said come through, because dinner lookin' mad nice
She went to Shop-Rite and got the chicken for the half price
Im like this b*tch dont cook, and me and her dont eat
So I know she sweet
Yeah her man went to jail I know he up sh*ts creak
She got keys in the crib i'll get them off this week
So I hopped in the truck yo, blowin on the dutch yo
I know I shouldn't do it but I dont give a f*ck though

[Hook]x2
If you f*ck with a murda mommy
You gon' f*ck around and have to murder mommy
I'll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy
? big poppa can deal with a murder mommy
[Verse 2]
She said they 12.5
I got 125 on me,I can buy 10 break em' down let em' dive on me
250 can get me twenty though
sh*t ain't lookin funny though, a n*gga need money though
Half a million can get me forty
Me and my little shorty can kick it like Barry Gordy
Soon as I thought it,heard a knock at the door
Pause,heard a lap c*ck at the door
That sounds like a Colt .45
Government issued,im thinking that I dont wanna die
My sh*t was on my side,pulled it out hit her in the eye
Gun buck,the dumb sl*t wanna die(b*tch)
Door flew in,so did the mass dudes
Cash rules,f*ck that we all gon' blast tools
They hit,she hit,im good some g sh*t
Left with the cash in the coat thats P sh*t

[Hook]