Momma lyrics

[Verse 1]
Y- Yuh n*gga, on the block, wit' a stick on me
K- Keep a Glock, can't pick on me
Momma found a piece, and she flipped on me
Momma found a piece, she like "Where the rest?!"
Told her I done shipped them b*tches to the west
We finna clean a n*gga like some Crest
Boy we finna X a n*gga like a test
When I got that Glock, b*tch I cannot stress
You act like a star n*gga, you get trekked

[Verse 2]
You get walked
No, not even, b*tch, I don't get p*ssed off
That b*tch cannot get a breather like she Chris Paul
.556 for a n*gga like Chris Bosh
Yah, n*gga be fakin'
I'ma pop that n*gga top
I'ma cut up the brick like a cinder block
Got my sticks in the room like a synagogue
He thought I forgot we gon' pop at that top
b*tch I want your souls, we gon' hop out the car
This that young n*gga sh*t, don't give a f*ck 'bout no cop
Walk around wit' a stick, that's protocol
Swinging that Glock like Pokéball
b*tch I'm on the block like a Pokémon
b*tch I'm off a X, booted up on Mars
I made that bih' get right, OkayMar
[Verse 3]
Told that bih' "Get right, or get left!"
Flag on the plane, n*gga where the f*ck is the ref?
Glock wit' 30, Curry, Steph
n*ggas in my shadow, Curry, Seth
In the field throwin' bullets, hurry, catch
Dog on me, see an opp', fetch
Talk down I pull it- (Phew, phh!)
Walk down with bullets, sh*t the bed
These pants so [?]
I got the crack cocaine in my dreads
Snortin' cocaine, lie down from the feds
My name not Rico, not no pred'