Mama (feat. Cafa)

Good gas i be puffing exotic I used to walk now i slide in the Rari I bet they watching they tryna come find me These niggas bitches i know they ain't bout it Yo bitch ran through like a track meet Hoes be on go no asking Throw that shit back like an athlete Who want a verse said i'm taxing First hundred racks going straight to my mama Young nigga tryna be big as Obama Count up them racks finna f*ck up some commas Can't even stress when yo bitch call me papa Got bread on me like a bistro My shot be all net like a free throw You know i'm from Cali how i get dinero I'm putting on for my amigos Let's get into it who really with it When i talk i don't cap i am not a fitted Know some people who strapped for a nasty ending Bitch i been on the move yo shit steady pending Get the f*ck out my face If it ain't bout no money i don't wanna hear it Niggas stay ready if you wanna get it She want some head and i'm just tryna feel it That nigga trippin his ass started wigging Stupid lil bitch started wiggin I had to tell the lil bitch to get riddens These simple instructions play your position This bitch here just couldn't complete the mission I had to wash my hand with niggas dishes I told em forget it i told em i quit I can admit i was down in them trenches I can admit it was hard to forget it Yuh Young nigga tryna be big as Obama First nigga play he get hit the llama I hit up xay that boy hotter than saunas You see the K if you play with the homie F*ck out my face if it ain't bout the money I grab the tommy aim it at your stomach Banana clips if he thinking that he monkey Good gas i be puffing exotic I used to walk now i slide in the Rari I bet they watching they tryna come find me These niggas bitches i know they ain't bout it Yo bitch ran through like a track meet Hoes be on go no asking Throw that shit back like an athlete Who want a verse said i'm taxing First hundred racks going straight to my mama Young nigga tryna be big as Obama Count up them racks finna f*ck up some commas Can't even stress when yo bitch call me papa Got bread on me like a bistro My shot be all net like a free throw You know i'm from Cali how i get dinero I'm putting on for my amigos