Mamas PrimeTime

Grrt (yeah, yeah) (Griselda) Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah) Came from boof on bundles Spit in your face, but I'm super humble I been ahead of y'all, my metaphors beretta wars (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) AllSaint leathers on my feet, need a extra arm Cocaine mega loss, bag in the Venetta stores Your head get severed off Don't bother me unless a check involved (uh-uh) Philippe Beijing with some extra sauce Stayed on the reservoir Crossin' over Pasadena, high times, Fear of God (Super Flygod) yeah, yeah Pour ten shots in your body, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Steppin' over Js in the lobby, yeah, yeah (ah) Everybody chores look like Bobby's, yeah, yeah (ah) Cherry Tesla, plaid on your ass, yeah, yeah (skrrt) Shootin' out the back, through the glass, yeah, yeah (grrt, yeah, yeah) I'm so amazin' (ah) You niggas still blind, this greatness in real time Love to all my niggas locked up, I send my Fake and real is a thin line, I been inclined Plus, the plug a friend of mine, send at least ten at a time On a jet, pennin' my rhyme You see my neck, you the see the shine, I'm divine (ah) Young boy aimin' at your top, yeah, yeah (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Catch Wagyu off the rock, yeah, yeah (ah) So many shots, they still ain't stop, yeah, yeah (grrt) Fiend shot in his foot and got hops, yeah, yeah (grrt) Look, uh, look And so it goes Don't you tell me how yo' bro did So and so, and sold to such and such Grew up with no justice, no peace, it's just us on them streets like the bus Either MARTA or you marchin' like you Martin Luther King, bruh, keep up Niggas speakin' on my name is free buzz My lil' brother tote banana clips, ain't got no peach fuzz Still throwin' Es up We just hittin' open threes 'cause niggas still ain't (T up, big guy) Got that shit in surplus, so ain't no need to re-up, look Cold cash comin' 'round the clock, hell yeah From a city where 2Pac popped two cops, hell yeah I was bred there Olu told you to take the blue and red pill You know a nigga high as the heavens, but still drunk as hell Heard that little shit that you dropped, we was not compelled Niggas know they can't compare My attitude is Laissez-faire You do you and I do me, I'm down the street, stay over there Clip long as well, when it block, it look like Clint Capela Story teller sellin' Snow White, weed, even Cinderella Either way, ain't nobody gon' get nothin' for free, I'm takin over I can make the Devil sell his soul to me Give it all back to Jehova, bring you right back to the street 'Cause now you witnessing the culture, sprinkling coke on the keys Yeah-yeah, hell yeah-yeah, indeed Bitch, it's Gunn and JID, a blind man can see the vibe is immaculate I never gotta try, it's ellaborate I adamantly move like a madman To the cash, I'm a magnet They baggin' up the bullets in fragments I'm smokin' on a pot for the cataracts I put the red dot on a MAGA hat That cracker pulled me over, look like Bob Saget I'm overseas, out in Paris, pants all saggin' I bet they paid me my whole fee like Lamar Jackson I only came to smoke some weed Hol' up, hol' up, nigga, yeah, yeah 33 a piece, that's a bargain, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Courtside, all of my jewels Tracy Morgan, yeah, yeah (hahaha) Multi-million dollar endorsements, yeah, yeah Line of Porsches, different colors and assortments, yeah, yeah Ex-street nigga, but now I'm corporate, yeah, yeah Walk in that record label office, they start applaudin' (haha) Fuck that contract, if I endorse it, I need the biggest portion Park the foreign next to the plane and smoke one while I'm boardin' Damn, I'm so important Damn, your boy been tourin' Damn, your boy been goin' animal, recordin' (Talk to these niggas, King) uh Silencer on it You won't hear shells pop All you hear is the shells drop, like-, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrt)