On My Mama lyrics

[Intro]
On my mama I ain't worried 'bout a b*tch
On my mama don't plot, 'cause I am not a f*ckin' lick
On my mama I f*cked her, and her friend, with this di*k
On my mama I'm good, we eatin', I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
On my mama, on my mama, I put that on my mama
n*gga f*ck yo' mama, free Tone, Rip Jeff, pus*y
On my mama Lano that's my n*gga, on my mama
Redline, them my f*ckin' n*ggas, yeah
Let's get it grandson

[Verse 1]
I woke up rubbin' yo' b*tch on her fat ass
I said "b*tch go make some money with yo rat ass"
She rolled her eyes, left, and came right back
Made it rain on me I said "damn, straight like that?"
All my b*tches got boyfriends that's how I love it
'Cause then they ain't gone try and cuff me right after I f*ck em'
All they want from me is di*k, they don't ask for nothing
I might buy em' a peice of gum, and a bag of Funyons
But that's about it, they don't get sh*t, boy you can have yo woman
Drop her off, you eat her in the morning like an egg McMuffin
Boy I seen you kissing on that b*tch, holdin' her hand in public
I text her phone like "lol, girl yo' man a dummy"
b*tch I don't give two f*cks, I been ballin' I don't hoop much
I'm so cold I got goosebumps, new buffs white like Klu Klux
You n*ggas sweeter than fruit punch, I'm leaving after these two nuts
This b*tch want me to eat her, I'll never eat it like school lunch
[Chorus]
All these boostin' ass n*ggas, fake ass wanna be shooter ass n*ggas
All these choosing ass b*tches, bad ass wanna be bougie ass b*tches
On my mama I'll leave it, on my mama I'll spray it
On my mama I'm just trying to get the neck, watch how I play it
On my mama I know she f*ck with my bro I know she choosin'
On my mama we eatin' on my mama yo I'm boostin'

[Verse 2]
What's good Jeff, bro, rest in peace
I'm on tip, step to me, and you and Jeff gone meet
Yeah b*tch you cute, but you is just another rat to me
f*ck a b*tch and make her say "Uh" like Master P
My ex ho textin' me like "damn you just dont mess with me
I see you gettin' money I guess you think you too fresh for me"
b*tch you must've heard I was ballin that's why you back on Meeks?
b*tch I just call how I see it, I'm a referee
Shut yo' poor ass mouth before I f*ck yo' lips
All these hoes trying to cuff me, b*tch cuff this di*k
I f*cked her friend, now she mad on some other sh*t
Posting pictures of herself crying, old ugly b*tch
She get fed good if her head good then we at the Coney
If yo' b*tch wanna smack the homies we in her walls like I crashed the stoly
b*tches say I be acting funny 'cause I got a lot of cheese like macaroni
It's M block, get popped, twin Glocks, Zack and Cody
[Chorus]
All these boostin' ass n*ggas, fake ass wanna be shooter ass n*ggas
All these choosing ass b*tches, bad ass wanna be bougie ass b*tches
On my mama I'll leave it, on my mama I'll spray it
On my mama I'm just trying to get the neck, watch how I play it
On my mama I know she f*ck with my bro I know she choosin'
On my mama we eatin' on my mama yo I'm boostin'

[Verse 3]
R.I.P. Jeff, that's what my motherf*cking shirt say
For the cake, I'll blow you like some candles on my birthday
Never trust a b*tch that let you f*ck her on the first date
Better tell that hoe to beat it like drums on a church day
pus*y like the ocean, I'm finna dive in it
When I'm swimmin', she say she can't feel her legs, she a mermaid
She just got her house, it ain't no furniture in her place
So I'ma have to crack her on the ground, like a earthquake
She wanna f*ck me and bro we playin' roles like we don't know
Told that freak b*tch to give me face, she stuck out her mouth like Stevie J
I see more cake than a Easy Bake, got more dimes than a piggy bank
I get in her jeans like DNA, she singin' like a Madea play
My b*tch call me a chooser, and she right
You think you seein' me you must be blind like the three mice
I turn yo' b*tch on at night like a street light
When we f*ckin' she be runnin' like that n*gga off of 3 Strikes
[Chorus]
All these boostin' ass n*ggas, fake ass wanna be shooter ass n*ggas
All these choosing ass b*tches, bad ass wanna be bougie ass b*tches
On my mama I'll leave it, on my mama I'll spray it
On my mama I'm just trying to get the neck, watch how I play it
On my mama I know she f*ck with my bro I know she choosin'
On my mama we eatin' on my mama yo I'm boostin'