Hey Muma

Killa

Yo, girl.. get a notepad (for what?)

You ain’t got no swag!

And you so fine, it’s so sad

Still riding coach, need a Coach bag

Let me coach you, no Coach tags (what that mean?)

Get rid of that Coach bag!

And listen, I ain’t trying to throw jabs

(Damn!) Why you gettin so mad?!

Only one that deal with Cam’ is a queen

Louis handbags, Alexander McQueen

Yeah, stand up I’m mean

For how I handle my team, clean

Harlem niggas don’t wear sandals with jeans

Car skills good, I can handle the Beem

Nickle, dime, twenties, I can handle the fiends

So…hey Muma, que pasa?

I’m water, baby.. agua

Hey yo, muma!

I’m saying

Can I come over? Cause

I’m not playing

Bend your ass over, uh, I’m not waiting

And if I’m sober, I’m blazing. Hey!

Hold up, let the Slime spit

Need these first three rows, let my suave sit

Icy, make it hard to see the time tick

Me and my dine chicks, with glasses of wine, lit

Yeh, your money can’t provide this

“Hi miss” the answer’s “yes, your Highness”

“Try this! Only I can supply this”

Reply this, you’ll always see me in fly ish

If I don’t know you, I hope not to

Trying to play a tough role? I’m like “not you”

Earl Boykins I’m D Rose I got you

Under the sun is where we pose, We hot, duke

It’s what I did to the booth

How I spend in the coupe

While you and members salute

I’mma keep it trill, I’m that nigga living proof

Telling me to chill is like stomping Cam with a shoe

Hey yo, muma!

I’m saying

Can I come over? Cause

I’m not playing

Bend your ass over, uh, I’m not waiting

And if I’m sober, I’m blazing. Hey!

In the hood where I creep trying to hook me a freak

Want to see what girl around here could put me to sleep

Could mean a hotel, could mean a suite

Could mean tuition, could mean a Jeep!

“God damn” is what the hoochies say

When we jump out of Lambo’s

Car, neck, hand froze

Damn, yo! Cameras, stand, pose

Therefore, watch her ‘fore Cam rose

She got down, I’m tryna get the top

Me, Lee, ? and chop

How to hit the block, ee wee piffing rock

before the DT’s get the watch

The neighbours watch, all day switching spots

I’m in the hood like (muma)

What’s really, whats good (Frank Mula)

Gun 50, black hood (same shooter)

Blowing sticky black wood (straight ruler)

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