Baby Mums Crib

(Quincy, tell 'em) Mum's crib I'm at your baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mother's crib Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge Get a CapriSun, man, I know that it's your kid's Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch Finger real itchy, I need physio again F*ck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio" again Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again Again Step-daddy Digga, handsome-ass nigga Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner Twenty bullets in my pistol, I ain't carryin' a spinner You know everything over here is bigger I couldn't pick between them hoes, so I had them both Why buy a bitch some flowers? She already got a rose Make her feel special, buy her shoes and buy her clothes Keep it on the low, I hope that we don't get exposed I don't beef over women, G, don't make me mad Tell 'em, "Chill, I don't wanna blam your baby-dad" (bah, bah, bah) God, if I told you I was tryin', I'll be lyin' 'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas aren't goin' sober Heart got so cold, it must be frozen I rather that than give it to a lil' ho and get it broken Don't worry 'bout the backdoor, they left the windows open I climbed in and bust the front door for my bro dem I'm at your baby mother's crib (yeah) Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (yeah, yeah) Get a CapriSun, man, I know that it's your kid's (yeah, yeah) Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit (that's my shit) Don't need a switch (nah) Finger real itchy, I need physio again (yeah) F*ck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio" again (yeah) Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again Again Huncho, uh Bankrolls all in this house Plants get cropped .45, don't get shot (don't get shot, pussy) Can't be my brother if you snitch and you told And I got some new teeth but I didn't need a mold Oud on the cologne Whole thing she can dig around, you won't get gold, bitch Used to dream for a fix, then, I went and got that Traphouse boom every day of the week And there's never really time when you're callin', we ain't got that Every since I clocked in, I ain't never clocked out Still got brothers locked in, time to let the thugs out I was gonna lose the trap and fully go leg' But, I got my stash at you baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mother's crib (yeah) Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (yeah, yeah) Get a CapriSun, man, I know that it's your kid's (yeah, yeah) Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit (that's my shit) Don't need a switch (nah) Finger real itchy, I need physio again (yeah) F*ck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio" again (yeah) Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again Again