Soccer MOM

Salt got my fingers fat
But all that head-talkin' we not into that
If I ever get a platinum plaque
I bet that shit was written in the Almanac
Bet I melt that down until it's carbon black
(Yuh)
Mold that shit into my zodiac (yuh)
Wear it 'round my neck like it's a racerback
Chop tree everyday, issa lumberjack
(Yuh yuh)
Can't believe it do the double back (yuh)
I like a black Impala with the bubble back
(YAH YAH YAH YAH)
Make the lens look like cul de sac
Tell em 6 G like a Pontiac
Them niggas don't wait when we hit the jack
All they do is pop out like a blister pack
Price going up like a jumping jack
Yuh, riding shot gun in the Cadillac
Two more of my bitches riding in the back
How the fuck you ride with niggas with no cardiac
Now they fighting where the party at

Don't you hide hoe
Don't you hide hoe
Come outside hoe
Come outside hoe
Don't you hide hoe
Don't you hide hoe
Come outside hoe
Come outside hoe

Soccer Mom
Where ya papi at
Don't pay attention to that bitch
She a copy-cat
Serving shade like a floppy hat
Boy you fucking with your karma
Get on top of that
Put it in a bun
My hat won't fit on top of that
Big check
Rubber-band won't fit on top of that

Don't you hide hoe
Don't you hide hoe
Come outside hoe
Come outside hoe
Don't you hide hoe
Don't you hide hoe
Come outside hoe
Come outside hoe