Meet Yo Mama

Nope

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama (uh)

Don’t wanna meet yo' granny (uh-uh)

Just show me where the commas

I told that lil' bitch

Nope

Don't wanna meet yo' mama

I'm a hood bitch out the bottom

She gon' know I'm a problem

Where them commas, bitch?

Nope

Don’t wanna roll yo' wood

Don’t wanna hit yo' hood

I’m cool on that, I’m good

Where them racks at?

Nope

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Where the motherfuckin' commas, ****?

Look ****, please do not call me yo' baby

I ain’t wit' 4PF

Compliments get plenty, I just smirk

I feel like OTF

Nasty bitch

Say when you fuck me, you get my stomach wet

PPP is over, but he still came off his income tax

How the fuck you hatin' on a bitch and you ain’t made it?

Handle all my business

I do not do no complainin', yeah

Get money out these ****, but I never sold pussy

Make him pay to see me like I’m hostin' one of my bookings

Ratchet bitch

I’m the real reason hoes bitter

Yeah, let’s talk about it

Don’t wanna meet yo' fam

I’ll slap yo' sister

Yeah, let’s talk about it

Yo' mama messy too, she Wendy Williams

And fuck yo' ex, don’t give a fuck 'bout no feelin's

Nope

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama (uh)

Don’t wanna meet yo' granny (uh-uh)

Just show me where the commas

I told that lil' bitch

Nope

Don't wanna meet yo' mama

I'm a hood bitch out the bottom

She gon' know I'm a problem

Where them commas, bitch?

Nope

Don’t wanna roll yo' wood

Don’t wanna hit yo' hood

I’m cool on that, I’m good

Where them racks at?

Nope

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Where the motherfuckin' commas, ****?

Nope

Might go Chrisean on a bitch

About them motherfuckin' bluefaces

They know how I’m comin' like it’s my motherfuckin' due date

Braggin''bout that ****

I be breakin' him, but you can’t

50/50 with yo' rent that ain’t yo man, that’s yo' roommate

Yeah, shut up, hoe

I’m the one you wanna really be

Nah, that’s facts though

Poppin' it, I'm cool on all the beef

Where the racks, though?

5’4, hair down to my knees

Curse him, kick him out

He beggin' like, "Caresha, please"

What **** gon' pass me up?

Now, you know I’m bad as fuck

Make me bring them racks out

Yo' life don’t be addin' up

Never been no hater, say a hoe can’t make me mad enough

And we the ones who really poppin'

That’s why they keep tabs on us

Nope

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama (uh-uh)

Don’t wanna meet yo' granny (uh)

Just show me where the commas

I told that lil' bitch

Nope

Don't wanna meet yo' mama

I'ma hood bitch out the bottom

She gon' know I'm a problem

Where them commas, bitch?

Nope

Don’t wanna roll yo' wood

Don’t wanna hit yo' hood

I’m cool on that, I’m good

Where them racks at?

Nope

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Don’t wanna meet yo' mama

Where them motherfuckin' commas, ****?