Mama's Boy

(альбом: Grandson, Vol. 1 - 2019)

Young Chop on the beat
Chop
Von
Von
Bitch

See, mama, she raised her a savage
Went and took it if I didn't have it
See, I can do magic
I can get rid of my gun and still beat your ass like your daddy
We thirsty, we blitzing like Madden
In traffic with full automatic
I'm clutching and speeding while driving
Left hand on the wheel like I got it
Not hiding, how you could not find us?
Always mugging, so please do not mind us
It's the pills, it's fucking our minds up
When we flying, we drip in designer
Don't look back, 12 stay behind us
Flashbacks of me in them lineups
No, I cannot go, I ain't no ho, put the pedal to the floor
My life a movie, we shooting
You got a gun, but don't use it
The drugs we abuse it, I ain't abusive
Beat an opp bitch like she stupid
I'm chilling at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch
You stressing and going bald
Baby, you on that fu' shit
Pull over, I think that's him
Matter fact, gang, that's them
See the one with the fade, got a limp?
I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit
I want him, I want him, I want him
Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em
I swear that boy is a goner
Tried to run, but I got up on 'em
Tried to run, but I got up on 'em
He need a new kidney, you donate?
My shoes by Gucci, you know it
You paying that shit if you owe it
My mama's first born, I'm the oldest
Huh? What?
Bitch, I beat the body, I'm chosen