OMM lyrics

[Hook: PnB Roc]
On my mama, on my mama
b*tch I keep that sh*t a hundred
Young rich n*ggas don't eat Mcdonalds
In that trap house with Benny Hanas
On my mama, on my mama
Yelo b*tch, and she came from London
Trap house boomin, trap house jumpin
When I die, bury me in designer

[Verse 1: PnB Roc]
That’s on my mama, on my mama
b*tch, I put that sh*t on my mama
That's on my mama, on my mama, b*tch, I put that sh*t on my mama
That's on my mama
Yeah, put that sh*t on my mama
That’s on my mama, b*tch
That's on my mama, on my mama
Young rich n*gga, I'm chasing them kommas
We gonna smoke you, keep it a hundred
Shoot you in the face, shoot you in your stomach
I ain't no rapper, b*tch I'm trapper
I caught you lacking, you don't want static
n*ggas be cappin (till you).. pew pew pew
Punish that n*gga in trafic
Oh That's yo b*tch, well she mine now
Put that b*tch in designer, that's her right now
On my line now, she want me to come pipe her
Louis V, yeah
Wrist on freeze, yeah
b*tch on fleek, yeah
Suck di*k with no teeth, yeah
Too turnt up for the party
Turn up the sticks go hard, b*tch
I’m off the Xan, I’m off the maly
Got all my bands, all on her body
[Hook: PnB Roc]
On my mama, on my mama
b*tch I keep that sh*t a hundred
Young rich n*ggas don't eat Mcdonalds
In that trap house with Benny Hanas
On my mama, on my mama
Yelo b*tch, and she came from London
Trap house boomin, trap house jumpin
When I die, bury me in designer

[Verse 2: Asian Doll]
That’s on my mama, b*tch, ride with my 30s
Look at your eye when I ame for you
When you talk, you get pots for a zip
Red dot on you at the green light
Yo n*gga broke, don't eat right
Bands in my pants, we eat right
I'm on the block, I've got the drum on top
That was when I made it hot
All you see is my pockets drop
Smoking California reefer, he gonna swallow all that, he’s a eater
I'm a lion, you a cheata
b*tch, pop shotgun, bet it's heater
That's on my mama, on my mama, keep that sh*t one hundred
On my mama, remember stealing her Jimmys to make a hundred
That's on my mama, gotta make them kommas
That's on my mama, ass sit up, my hair Ripunzle
[Hook: PnB Roc]
On my mama, on my mama
b*tch I keep that sh*t a hundred
Young rich n*ggas don't eat Mcdonalds
In that trap house with Benny Hanas
On my mama, on my mama
Yelo b*tch, and she came from London
Trap house boomin, trap house jumpin
When I die, bury me in designer