MOTHER OF MY KIDS lyrics

[Intro: TyFontaine & Summrs]
Ooh, I'm flying off of this RP
Ooh, I'm dying, no you can't catch me
(You slayed this one)
Woah, yeah
Ooh, I'm dying

[Chorus: Summrs]
I just ran through twenty racks and I spent it all on Tris
If a n*gga shoot, we can shoot back, I don't give a f*ck who you is
That cutter'll knock off your neck, that's how real this sh*t can get
All the b*tch wanna do is have sex, be the mother of my kids

[Verse 1: Summrs]
She already trying to link, I just touched down in LA (LA)
Mix the blues with codeine, that's like everyday (Everyday)
She left the doors open a weird b*tch 'cause we in a Wraith (Woah)
If we link up once, the b*tch gon' f*ck the whole Slay (Yeah)
How you gon' bring up my name, you ain't sitting on a hundred thousand? (The f*ck?)
n*gga we is not the same, I got the ho flying private (Private)
Let a n*gga juug your n*gga and you ain't do sh*t about it ('Bout it)
Ten toes to the ground, all my n*ggas know I'm solid (Solid)
Run up a fifty piece and then spend it in Louis V (Shh)
She fell in love with codeine, that b*tch act just like me
They like, "Rino how much you dropped on all of your jewelry?" (Jewelry)
I might overdose in that Wraith, I'm off of that Oxy'
[Chorus: TyFontaine, Summrs, & Both]
I just ran through twenty racks and I spent it all on Tris
If a n*gga shoot, we can shoot back, I don't give a f*ck who you is
That cutter'll knock off your neck, that's how real this sh*t can get
All the b*tch wanna do is have sex, be the mother of my kids

[Verse 2: TyFontaine]
On go, she think I'm cute, she wanna have sex like Sosa
On go, put my wrist on the table, I'ma need me a coaster
On go, cop me a Tesla, I'm going faster in a Roadster
I put the b*tch in the 'Ghini, eating some of the fettuccini, bussin' over
I don't confide in my vibes, treat 'em the way I would want to be treated, I lie to the b*tch
Every time I get her off, she stay in my notis, I'ma just pass to the clique (Click click)
She just wanted a real rich n*gga, popping tags on the daily
She just wanted a real lit n*gga to show off to her girly
Twenty racks in a vase if her pus*y is swirly (Uh)
Twenty racks to her face, [?] to a birdie (Brr)

[Bridge: TyFontaine]
Ooh, I'm flying off of this RP
Ooh, I'm dying, no you can't catch me

[Chorus: TyFontaine, Summrs, & Both]
I just ran through twenty racks and I spent it all on Tris
If a n*gga shoot, we can shoot back, I don't give a f*ck who you is
That cutter'll knock off your neck, that's how real this sh*t can get
All the b*tch wanna do is have sex, be the mother of my kids