Momma Mil

Alright, keep it goin' (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) The spaceship, forties in the bracelet Bro pull up and face shit, he don't ever say shit Turnt up off the dog, had the racks up in the day shift Money long as slave ships, I be on some Flav shit Never been no ho, that's 'cause my mama ain't never raised them Half these niggas that's rappin' really told, these niggas agents Made three hundred racks with all them pounds, shit amazing Clip a half a mile, we walk shit down like we in training, huh Bitch, you ain't no shooter FN, it ain't no Ruger, huh Really in them streets like Big Meech and Larry Hoover, huh Thirties on my truck, TRX a Barracuda Sold three bricks of fetty, bought a piece from every jeweler Yeah, they come running, man, we pull up, half shit, it's tootsie roll My lil' gutter bitch, I pour up Acky on her pussyhole We know that you rat because you act like what the hook be on Way before this rap shit, I was in traffic with the Cookie 'bows That money always loud, I told them racks, "Shh, quiet time" Brodie been out of town for a hundred packs, we'll fly it down I don't want your zaz' if it ain't loud like a lion growl Catch dude out of bounds and take that ice, we'll fye him down Dog strong, jumpin' off the leash, gotta tie it down I ain't drink no mud 'cause I'm too high, I'm on a diet now I ain't the one to be reachin' for my chain, it's a riot now Twenty-six-inch Forgis on my Jeep, burn the tires down Never been no ho, that's 'cause my mama ain't never raised them Half these niggas that's rappin' really told, these niggas agents Made three hundred racks with all them pounds, shit amazing Clip a half a mile, we walk shit down like we in training, huh