On My Momma lyrics

[Verse 1]
I swear to god I'll never be a f*ck n*gga
f*ck n*ggas not to quick to f*cks with us
Chopper stretch a muscle like a body builder
Hood say he ratting like a Stewart Little, snitch
Find his little homies in the sewer with him
Fool he think he tough, I got a crew of killers
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
These n*ggas talk tough, gon' get it
Glock will knock off your snap back fitted
Hell yeah, my n*ggas turned up with it
Hopping out of that four door tinted
Fly n*gga like sky miles
Gold chain and my locks down
On my momma, them killers with me
They just loving that gun sound
f*ck room with them, man she's crazy
No matter what, it's f*ck you n*ggas pay me
My Rollie' cost a brick, I swear to god fool
Got so many cars, it's like a drive through

[Hook]
Everyday I gotta hustle b*tch, that's on my momma
I gotta keep it G, nothing less than one hundred
My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dog
If she with me, she gon' f*ck and suck and all
That's on my momma, that's on my momma
I'm stunting, I'm balling, b*tch that's on my momma
This pistol, I keep it, that's on my momma
My n*ggas, we bout it, that's on my momma
[Verse 2]
White on white the tray, I call that b*tch Madonna
Chevy sits so high, I'm talking marijuana
Counting up a million, damn near caught a boner
Lambo' coming soon, it's like it's Oklahoma
f*ck that I won't spare you n*gga, f*ck that I won't spare you hoes
Hell yeah I been getting that money, hell nah I won't sell my soul
Put the word on my momma, I never snitched to your honor
My chopper's name is Obama, he bring change when there's drama
I stay hood and I've been that, bad b*tch I might tip that
Thief with me I click clack, purple lean I'm gon' sip that
On my momma my click ride, on my momma my n*ggas ball
In the club bout twenty bottles, hating n*ggas get p*ssed off

[Hook]