Lil MaMa ft. SayGoo Lyrics

No Lil' Momma, your lil' boyfriend ain't no shooter here, bitch

Me and Brody spent they block so many times, they think we critical

We look tight, the pop-pop post up on your side to get you hit

They don't never shoot they gun, so why they braggin' bout that switch

Every time I get the drop, I get the blockin' by myself

Bitch, I'm only smokin' air, cause he the highest on my shelf

Niggas keep on talkin' bout the spankin', so we grab the belt

Niggas said they caught me lackin', but the opps felt what I felt

I'm seven, niggas dyin', we gon' fill they name with coffee

Niggas really hate the Spanx, cause we be spankin' niggas off

I was taught to hit his chest, ain't below when niggas fallin

Go ask Ronnie, I'm a legend, come to shoot and I'm a baller

No Lil' Momma, your lil' boyfriend ain't no shooter here, bitch

Me and Brody spent they block so many times, they think we critical

We look tight, the pop-pop post up on your side to get you hit

They don't never shoot they gun, so why they braggin' bout that switch

I was locked up in that cell, two years sittin' in them jails

We was just juveniles, nigga, we ain't had no belt

Heard a op shot kill my brother, but he said them niggas felt

I couldn't wait to come home, so I could get them niggas out

They left Ant by the bubbles, that boy died like a clutch

You can't run from me, I like to hawk shit down, you outta luck

Young Mordecai and them niggas, we just made that nigga run

They took baby Kyle away, his mom was cryin' for his son

No Lil' Momma, your lil' boyfriend ain't no shooter here, bitch

Me and Brody spent they block so many times, they think we critical

We look tight, the pop-pop post up on your side to get you hit

They don't never shoot they gun, so why they braggin' bout that switch

MTS for the opps, that stand for most of them niggas shot

Every time we get the call, we get to spinnin', niggas block

Them niggas Taliban, and they the ones who get bombed

Y'all study talk about me, shot, but it ain't get to go to prom

I caught one of them niggas loafin', he ain't even had no switch

Them niggas shootin' off of bikes, that's why they study shootin' bricks

All them niggas either shot or dance, they ain't go and got no pics

You ain't runnin' from these hollows, bitch, this shit'll make you trip

No Lil' Momma, your lil' boyfriend ain't no shooter here, bitch

Me and Brody spent they block so many times, they think we critical

We look tight, the pop-pop post up on your side to get you hit

They don't never shoot they gun, so why they braggin' bout that switch

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