MOMMA HOUSE lyrics

He gotta move back to his momma crib (he gotta move back)
These n*ggas fake flexing, that's not how you live
He did not pop out when they did that trip
Glock 43, n*gga, this sh*t on my hip (damn)
He see Taco Bell then that n*gga tip
He got no bread, need to pawn that whip (pawn that whip)
These n*ggas saying that I fell off (fell off), b*tch n*gga, you sip fake green (haaa)
That n*gga do Fent' he a f*cking fien (damn)
You is a fake n*gga, keep that sh*t a bean
You is a rat, n*gga (no cap), ain't no in-between
I'm in the Trackhawk, no limousine, aye
Aye, I'm pressing, they left me on seen, damn
b*tch, that trap house finna get cleaned, damn
Broke n*gga, ain't got no funds
b*tch, I'm Mr. Take All Yo' Guns (gimme that sh*t)
These n*ggas switched up (switched up), better stay over there
I just spilled the lean, aye, I don't even care
That n*gga spilled the lean, he started pulling out his hair
He gone have to sleep on a bunk bed (bunk bed)
You still sip green, b*tch, go buy some red
You was outside his crib, and that n*gga scammed
You tell me n*gga sh*t, I ain't even [?]
Catch him on the train like Raye Penbar
I got two Glocks, Stockholm and Denver (huh)
He say what I on, I say, "Whatever"
b*tch, I'm with the rednecks, I feel like Trevor, tahhh