Mama Sad lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Keed]
Huh, big chopper, but this n*gga runnin' fast, yeah (Runnin' fast, yeah)
1400, b*tch, I'm 'bout to have a blast, yeah (Have a blast, yeah)
Foenem grave, pus*y n*gga, I'm on your ass, yeah (I'm on your ass, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Yeah, mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Yeah, mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, Keed talk to 'em, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Yeah (Yeah), another n*gga mama sad, yeah (What else?)
Pulled up on his block with a .223, he shredded trash now (Okay, okay, sh*t)
And I'm in a snake pit, that .250, yeah, we spaz out (Slatt)
My shooter rockin' CC, yeah, they pullin' up in caddies (Chane'-ne')
Best believe we hit your body and your home (Frrt-frrt)
Know if it's smoke, we ain't got time to talk on phones (We ain't got time, hell no)
And you know we shoot every chopper 'til all the bullets gone (On God)
Now his baby mama cryin' and his mama cryin', oh no ('Kay)
She was at the funeral

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Huh, big chopper, but this n*gga runnin' fast, yeah (Runnin' fast, yeah)
1400, b*tch, I'm 'bout to have a blast, yeah (Have a blast, yeah)
Foenem grave, pus*y n*gga, I'm on your ass, yeah (I'm on your ass, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah ('Nother mama sad)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad)
[Verse 2: Sunny2point0 & Rocket Da Goon]
Gettin' to that money, ain't no lackin' (Gettin' money)
Got them choppers on me, know I'm blastin' (Grrah)
Infrared beam aiming, got 'em tagging (Taggin')
If you talking down on me, we get to clappin' (Clappin')
Six feet under where he dream, God, he nappin' (Six feet under)
All these n*ggas hate on me, you know I'm mashin' (I'm mashin' on a b*tch)
Hundred down the backstreet got me gassing (Gone)
223 bullets flipping like gymnastics (223)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Huh, big chopper, but this n*gga runnin' fast, yeah (Runnin' fast, yeah)
1400, b*tch, I'm 'bout to have a blast, yeah (Have a blast, yeah)
Foenem grave, pus*y n*gga, I'm on your ass, yeah (I'm on your ass, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah ('Nother mama sad)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad)

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Hundred round drums, we gon' leave a mess (Brr)
Grew up in the slums, I came up off a nest (Nest)
Say you in the field, ain't got no strap or vest (Vest)
Pitchin' to my youngin, thankin' God I'm blessed
YSL, 1400, we the best
Get to my money, can't play 'bout my ex
Run his ass down and think they know the rest (Know the rest)
Whole team is on so we don't gotta flex (Don't gotta flex)
I need a ten for a verse (Verse)
Hop in your front like a motherf*ckin' hearse (Motherf*ckin' hearse)
Fire the gun on that b*tch, it gon' burst (Burst)
Wet his ass up like he swaggin' and surfin' (Surf)
I got a-
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Huh, big chopper, but this n*gga runnin' fast, yeah (Runnin' fast, yeah)
1400, b*tch, I'm 'bout to have a blast, yeah (Have a blast, yeah)
Foenem grave, pus*y n*gga, I'm on your ass, yeah (I'm on your ass, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad, yeah)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah ('Nother mama sad)
Aw sh*t, another n*gga mama sad, yeah (Mama sad)