Mamas Outro Lyrics

Let me pop my shit like a firework These niggas say I got that firework

You get fired and I gave your ass some work Smokin' fire when I get up off of work

You a bitch and I'll sell your ass dirt Fuck the money up and I don't need a perk

My baby girl a rider, get whatever she desire I'm on the block, he in Jambalaya

I put the dope in the air fryer Yeah, I'm back, Michael Myers

A bad bitch and she from Morocco She just here to feed us tacos

Black shades, Johnny Bravo I'm tryna fit a hundred in my Tahoe

And make it from Atlanta to Chicago Dios, El Diablo

Without rap, I sold real pain Four a piece and you can take the whole thing

I'm here now, I had to make my own lane Gotta stay up out the way

My favorite rappers gettin' slain It cut deep, but hardly deep enough to feel the pain

Like, is it worth pursuing this? If I become the hottest nigga doing this

They'll end up on some goofy shit, ruin it Laughin' at my funeral after they put two in me The fuck I'm lose to do with it ..

I go to your bedroom door, the door is locked And I'm like, okay, what am I gonna do

I have to choose my battles with this kid, cuz he different

He different

Tell all my haters, get in line You still gotta give this shit for me, I got the pound

I don't fuck with niggas funny when they come around I don't smoke that shit, you smoking

I don't care if it's some loud I'm coughing up a lung, this hoe think I got pneumonia

I'm counting dirty money up, I think I got corona

I got tired of walking around and winning, gotta rover

I got tired of driving around and got a Chauffeur

Just so I can focus, I'm making shit great that never was, like POTUS

You flex a grand on a gram, hoping that she notice

I'm hoping she'll put a hundred grand in a burkin

When twelve get to working

One thing for sure, baby, two things for certain

I ain't counting on your stream, nigga, even if I'm hurting

I'm trying to show my niggas that we stand a bigger purpose

They see me on the streets, they tell me, thank you for your service

I'm in this beat deep like I'm in your girl's cervix

I only stress about money, that's the only thing that's worth it

I don't need your love and I don't want no trophy

I write my name in blood and my signature in cursive

My plug told me, cut it out, kid, you a trap star

That's why I never made it as a track star

Mama said, you think I'm stupid, how you get that fast car

I don't do that shit no more, mama, I'm a rap star

Yeah, I'm a rap star

I don't do that shit no more, mama, I'm a rap star

No, I don't do that shit no more, mama

When I told you you had to leave, we'll Aaron you was selling weed from the house behind my back

And after the thing when the SWAT team came here and you continued to do it, I'm like

I can't believe this boy, he's still doing after all what happened here, you know

So it was like, I asked you, I said, are you gonna continue to sell weed

And this is what you decided to do

And you said yes, and I said, if this is what you want to do

then you make more than enough money to live somewhere else, which you did

You was telling me, what did you tell me

You told me, if I get into trouble, what am I gonna do

And I said, I'm gonna get a lawyer, and you was like, with what money

And you also told me that I can't be a gangster if I can't bail myself out of jail

Gangsters don't call their mama and tell them to get them out of jail

They just need to deal with the consequences

Or they already had a lawyer ready to get them out

And already had their money ready to get out

And I said, okay, all right, let's do that then

I'm gonna be honest with you

When you was born, I knew you was different

There was just something about you, you was just different