[Hook]

My momma ain’t raised no bitch

Raised no

Raised no

Uh!

My momma ain’t raised no bitch

Raised no

Raised no

Uh!

My momma ain’t raised no bitch

Raised no

Raised no bitch, yuh

My momma ain’t raised no bitch

No drip

No fit

No clip to hit

You better admit

[Verse]

My clip gone spray, double A to the gray, triple B to the E

Watch bitches gone flee, flee to the east

West side where I be

My cars on E

Drive 'round no keys

Now bitch you see

Cuttin up, runnin' laps

Flexin' with my tommy pack

Gimme that, guns go gat

Flock to the back, smokin' Gs with my pack

Cuh!

Cut on my wrist, better stand when I sit

I don’t need that shit

Uh!

Whipping these breaks

I’m not fuckin' your bitch

I’m just gettin' it quick

Uh!

My doctor tryna' save me

My baby going crazy

But I’m feelin' kinda hazy

Got you bitches lookin' shady

Runnin' alcohol to Brady

Guess that shit was pretty tasty

Now these pussies gettin' shaky

Lookin like sum fuckin' gravy

Now I’m gunnin' like the navy

Brady going crazy

Touchdown it’s rainy

Fuck dawg I’m lazy

Fucked off the mazy

Shit!

Shit!

Why they got to front about my time

Why these hoes thinkin' that I’m lyin'

Got a couple 40's on my lap

Tellin' me to stay strapped

Think I seen you from the past

Damn, yuh

My baby steady fuckin' up this shit

Yea

My baby gonna have to do the splits

Yea

My baby over here lookin' fit

Yea

My baby 'bout to let the bass hit

Yea

My baby comin' up with the clip

Tell me what it is

Tell me, who are you?

What it do, lil boo

Comin' quick to get nude

'Cause she feelin' the mood

So I beat it up quick, no time to get lit

'Cuz it’s paper all the time, now I’m bustin' these rhymes

Couple shorties on my lap, say they feelin' my vibes

I’m just tryna' make a mil, no time to pa-pipe

Pussy poppin' on my line

You would think I be tryin', but I'm just sittin' in line, thinking shit!

My hands gettin' cold, think I’m drippin' with gold

Double deuces on my back, know these hoes gone fold

But my money still green and them checks still white

Yea, my money still green and them checks still white

My money still green and them checks still white

My money still green and them checks still white

I’m just feelin' the fright

Said she lovin' the night

Them snakes in the night

But girl, that’s alright

I don’t fuck with the light

Know my strap tied tight

Keep my 40 on sight

And if I see em in the night, know I gotta' end a figure with a fully loaded choppa

I'ma always pull the trigger, I'ma certified killer

I'ma pull up way bigger, 'til I fuckin' kill a bitch-a

Empty the clip, 'til the AK rip

Till the AK snip

Till that pussy go whipped

Got a hard as grip, think she’s feelin' my dick

Think I gotta unzip, because she feelin' me up

And I’m just lovin’ the touch, but nothing more than a rub

'Cause when day hits night, i'm a sucker for love