Momma House (feat. 10k LaFlare)

Stay up on my shit, I got my weight all covered
Riding wit' a stick, dare y'all to take sum from him
Imma drop a hit and do baseball numbers
I can send a blitz, don't know which way y'all coming

We can let them shots rang at yo momma house
Flexing for these hoes ain't shit to die about
You is not a gangsta Tre, won't ride out
Heard you niggas got shit to say, lemme find out

We can let shots rang at yo momma house
It's time to slide out
You is not a gangsta Tre, won't ride out
Flexing for these hoes ain't shit to die about

Trap shit, days to weeks
This rap shit, make believe
It's a million things to do but don't play wit' me
The tool legit, draw the stick, erase the scene
I do the most but I say the least

These niggas claiming shit I never knew
Gangstas in the studio, remember you from school
Niggas jokes, fake smoke, K2
Them niggas that you calling bro', can they save you?

Guess some niggas wanna die so bad
Go and drop a body, fuck getting a tat
They rather make a stat when they knowing it's that
I ain't moving like that
I ain't going like that

Let a nigga find yo LoLo
Then we pull up slo-mo
Bend the block, send some shots, then we do it one mo'
These niggas outta pocket dawg, just like Tony Romo
Tell these niggas stop it dawg, we ain't taking no mo'

Stay up on my shit, I got my weight all covered
Riding wit' a stick, dare y'all to take sum from him
Imma drop a hit and do baseball numbers
I can send a blitz, don't know which way y'all coming

We can let them shots rang at yo momma house
Flexing for these hoes ain't shit to die about
You is not a gangsta Tre, won't ride out
Heard you niggas got shit to say, lemme find out

We can let shots rang at yo momma house
It's time to slide out
You is not a gangsta Tre, won't ride out
Flexing for these hoes ain't shit to die about

It's to ride out
Like lemme find out where them pussy niggas hide out
His block bussin', spin that bitch and leave it dry now

You ain't tuff, you just wanna be
Just know this drum hold a 100 piece

I don't play wit' niggas, this ain't Uno
Kill you and the closest niggas you know

Shots rang out, niggas ducking, everybody running
Facebook post, niggas wolfin' lemme show 'em something

New blick came wit' extendo
Anybody get it, even kinfolk

I got trust issues, think this bitch might jam on me
My homie since 11, fucked around and turned 12 on me

Niggas snitch like it's the thing to do
I can show yo ass a thing or 2

Pockets blue just like they bang wit' Nip
That boy was loud, they smoked him like a zip

Stay up on my shit, I got my weight all covered
Riding wit' a stick, dare y'all to take sum from him
Imma drop a hit and do baseball numbers
I can send a blitz, don't know which way y'all coming

We can let them shots rang at yo momma house
Flexing for these hoes ain't shit to die about
You is not a gangsta Tre, won't ride out
Heard you niggas got shit to say, lemme find out

We can let shots rang at yo momma house
It's time to slide out
You is not a gangsta Tre, won't ride out
Flexing for these hoes ain't shit to die about



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Writer(s): Rodrequs Todd
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