1942 lyrics

[Intro]
(sh*ttinCari)
(MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY)

[Refrain]
I say, "Lil' mama, shake it"
She drinkin' 1942, she already half-naked

[Verse 1]
I told my b*tch that I ain't f*ck no b*tches in Jamaica
I don't want nobody close to me, I'm a real heartbreaker
It seem like everything I touch, it turn into some paper
I like to get a broke b*tch so I can recreate her
And if you f*ck one of my n*ggas, that's a dealbreaker
You must be stupid if you think that I'll still take her
And if you ain't watchin' your mouth, then I'ma see you later
'Cause I got real paper
This a bust down Tiffany bracelet
If I drop 36K down, then they gon' four pop eight me
I'm talkin' 'bout GI, no fluorеscent, see this sh*t in HD
If I buy you, b*tch, these colorеd diamonds, you gon' be my baby
How the f*ck you don't be in the city? I got kicked out Grady
But you know I learned to swing that stick right where my mama made me
And it really don't matter where I end up, I'm still uptown crazy
And you will get sent up 'bout this sh*t, I put that on my baby
And you will get sent up 'bout this sh*t, I put that on my child
Got a built-in switch on back my f*ckin' glizzy, it go wild
Got a built-in switch on back my f*ckin' glizzy, this b*tch go, "Brrah"
I f*cked that b*tch, I'm proud
3B, you know my style
I come from shootin' up crowds
I come from a small town, b*tch, I'm DC proud
That mean I step on you right now and then go spark up loud
That mean I put this hot sh*t on you and not give no f*ck
That mean I spit this hot sh*t on you that's gon' lift you up
I say, "Lil' Cam, this on 5, swear they won't grow up"
This for my n*ggas standin' on 5 who ain't tryna blow up
If I pop too many 325s, then I'm gon' throw up
[Refrain]
Ayy, lil' mama, shake it
She drinkin' 1942, she already half-naked

[Verse 2]
They gon' see another body drop, I'll Turk Osama quake it
I don't want nobody close to me, I'm a real life-taker
I don't want nobody close to me, I don't know if they can take it
This a brand new bust down, rose gold, GI-certified Tiffany bracelet
Tryna take this sh*t straight to the top, I got it out the basement
And I do this sh*t here with my heart, ayy, 5, we almost made it
But he keep on buckin' with them switches, I think Lil' 5 crazy
You ain't doin' nothing with these b*tches, Lil' 5 keep your lady
I was eatin' Popeyes with the Cajun sparkle, extra gravy
That was way before I got too lit up, now it's f*ck you, pay me