MOLLY (BABY MAMA) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga (Huh? Mob?)
(33, that bit' boomin')
2020, boy (Uh)
Y'all done f*cked up now, n*gga (It's bad)
Huh? Yeah (Authentic or nothin')

[Chorus]
Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah)
She won't let me see my son (Ho)
But you f*ck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
pus*y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah)
n*gga, we come from the slums (Mob)
30 round, 50 round, 100 rounds
Yeah, pus*y boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (Huh?)
Patrick n*gga with that cappin' sh*t
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh)
The mayor but she call me master (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that b*tch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (Geek)
She couldn't even understand me (Ah)
When I told her drop her panties

[Verse 1]
448, I get 'em gone (Ah)
Boy, this a hunned million dolla' phone (Uh)
They hit my jack, they say they need the strong
Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan?
My n*gga, I'm nice, so you can have a loan (Ah)
Yo' b*tch told me, "That was nice", and then we boned (Uh)
No time to cuff a n*gga, know I'm gone
Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone
Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin' (Uh)
Big nuts they hangin' like a monkey
Say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon
Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin'
Say he gon' shoot, well b*tch what it do? (Ah)
I think he bluffin', n*gga, where the proof?
Told you we comin' and we want the loot
Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof
I got that drank, b*tch, I got that juice
No, I ain't Bishop, but I keep the tool
Lil' b*tch, it's Foo, but try me like a fool
I promise ya you won't make another move
I'm in my groove, yeah, n*gga, I'm back
Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that net
That b*tch, she lick me down until my sack
You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat
He want the smoke, well b*tch what it is?
You know I'm slimy, n*gga, like a eel
Know I'll pop a n*gga like a pill
Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal
Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the Mob (Mob)
Yeah, we be trappin', b*tch, we don't do fraud
My killers, they young and layin' in ya yard, b*tch, ah
[Chorus]
Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah)
She won't let me see my son (Ho)
But you f*ck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
pus*y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah)
n*gga, we come from the slums (Mob)
30 round, 50 round, 100 rounds
Yeah, pus*y boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (Huh?)
Patrick n*gga with that cappin' sh*t
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh)
The mayor but she call me master (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that b*tch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (Geek)
She couldn't even understand me (Ah)
When I told her drop her panties

[Verse 2]
I pop a Perc', she know what it is (Ah)
b*tch, ain't no talkin', I ain't Dr. Phil (Who)
Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil
Just like a safety, b*tch, I'm in the field
Here come the mayor, b*tch, this ain't a drill
Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal
b*tch, if you shoot you better shoot to kill
I'll call the demon, he won't let you live
Slim told me "Foo, my n*gga, let him live"
Swear I can't let him live, I want them M's
Know when I'm comin', boy, I come to kill
I f*cked yo' b*tch because she like my libs
I got 'em mad, 'cause I'm in my bag
Bag boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag
And I got Glocks that come with extra mags
Sauce it be drippin', yeah, that sh*t be sad
He want the smoke, boy, I'll bring a cloud
b*tch, ain't no boxin', but I'm bringin' rounds
I'm with the mob, that n*gga won't be found
I promise you we gon' come and shut it down
I hit yo' b*tch, and I'm on her lips
Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip
I got the power, I can get you dipped
Roll up that cookie, n*gga, chocolate chip
He want that pressure, well b*tch make a move
You tryin' Foo? Well, n*gga, you the fool
I'll have them gutta babies on ya roof
Yo' ass gon' disappear, lil' n*gga, poof
Yeah, b*tch, I'm back, and I'm here to say
Even yo' b*tch gon' tell you that I'm great
So when you see me, n*gga, fix ya face
Yeah, it's the mayor, b*tch, I won the race
[Chorus]
Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah)
She won't let me see my son (Ho)
But you f*ck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
pus*y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah)
n*gga, we come from the slums (Mob)
30 round, 50 round, 100 rounds
Yeah, pus*y boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (Huh?)
Patrick n*gga with that cappin' sh*t
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh)
The mayor but she call me master (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that b*tch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (Geek)
She couldn't even understand me (Ah)
When I told her drop her panties

[Outro]
This is Authentic, n*gga