Where Yo Mom At? lyrics

[Intro]
“What’s up wit’ y’all, What’s good wit’ y’all lil n*ggas man?”
“Mmm”
(Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa)
(Grr-Ah)
“YJS”
Mm I can’t feel my face in this b*tch
Haha
“n*gga, where your mom at n*gga?”
I can’t feel my face in this b*tch (In this b*tch)
Huh, I can’t feel my face in this b*tch? (In this b*tch?)
Nah see

[Verse]
I can’t feel my face in this b*tch (In this b*tch)
I might f*ck up on yo aunty cause I’m lit (cause I’m lit)
Spark em like a Bic, we get lit!
My b*tch ouu, my b*tch thick
My b*tch thick-thick-i-dy
High as f*ck as infinity
I sip juice not hennessey
I got the remedy recipe
I got yo b*tch on my phone and she texting me sexually
These n*ggas all in my comments with jealousy
I don’t give a f*ck lil n*gga respectfully
Posted on the block like I’m muh-f*ckin sesame street, you gon a rip (Grr, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Feeling like Zuko you gon meet this heat, put your face on a tee
Why the f*ck these n*ggas think I sing, not rap? (pus*y)
Lil n*gga you ain’t got no drip you shop at Gap
b*tch I’m, feeling like Faygo the way I take a f*ck n*gga off the map (Aye, b*tch)
Slide on that n*gga, get ripped like some seaweed
These n*ggas talking?
That nina show, that nina blow (Aye)
Don’t get pushed back (Pushed back)
b*tch it’s YJS, watch who you look at (Look at)
You ain’t got no straps up in that book bag (In that book bag)
Know these n*ggas hate me, got em shook bad (Oh my god)
Know a couple n*ggas in the trap and they cook that (Grrrr)
Fa (Fa, Fa, Fa)
I can’t look back (Look back)
f*ck all that talking, lil n*gga shoulda stood back
Smoking on my sticky, meet my blicky
Where the goods at?
Yo b*tch told me put di*k up in her kidneys
Ooh she took that
Dead shot, trickshot a n*gga when it pull back (Grrr, Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa)
Laughing when that n*gga running like I’m watching school track (Aye)
Keep that choppa pointed ruler distance, n*gga scoot back (b*tch)
I might need my windows tinted n*gga I’m like who that? (Skrt)
Aye these n*ggas not bout it but we knew that (What the f*ck?)
Talking bout that static?, n*gga shoot back (Yea)
We know that’s a bb, you can’t shoot that (f*ck)
Like tell me where the business is
I need that Hellcat, all black, I can’t race no genesis
If my n*ggas slide they spin back (Skrr, Skrr)
Jugg you for your knickknacks, f*ck all the chitchat (Yea)
Choppa cook that beef like a Big Mac, big facts (Yea)
No this not the Matrix n*gga you can never weave that
That b*tch tryna f*ck me but, I’m like where the weed at? (Hahaha)
Big stacks n*gga I like big racks
Laughing at these n*ggas I done did that, big facts (Gleh)
(Laughing at these n*ggas I done did that)
Big (Facts)
[Outro]
(These n*ggas talking like aye)
(These n*ggas talking like what?)
(Ooh these n*ggas talking like aye)
(Aye, Uh)
(These these n*ggas talking like yea?, hahahaha)