The Mutha of Tears

Lyrics

[Intro] What do gangsters do? (Cheat) They cheat? What else do gangsters do? (They eat you) They eat you? (They throw things on the floor) Okay, so you are a gangster then (No, I am not) (I'm not gangster, gangster, no, I am not) (Gangster, stop calling me gangster) What else do gangsters do? (Eat you) What else? (Uh, they pee on you) (No, they sneak up on people) (Yeah, they pee on you, too) (They sneak up on people to pee on you) [Verse 1] Mutha Melatonin, bitches sleepin' on me Or better yet, I'm Mutha Molly Niggas geekin' on me I got your daddy off that pack, you know I keep it on me I'm with my bitches in the trap, know I don't fuck with phonies He asked me if that pussy worth it, told him ask his homie He tryna dig off in me raw and he don't even know me Can't even judge him, man It's cold out here, these niggas lonely Don't waste your passion on a girl like me, I won't return it I probably use that shit to light my fucking blunt And use the ashes in a ritual Now you can't get over me, it's spiritual Cast me out, rebuke me, let's get biblical Foamin' at the mouth, he need a physical Your people movin' slow They 'bout to have to plan your funeral [Chorus] I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas, yeah I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas I'm with whatever, nigga [Verse 2] You got issues with yourself, bitch Fuck this rappin' shit, you really need some help, bitch You done lost it Livin' in the past, kiss my ass, I'm a boss bitch Beefin' with yourself 'cause my shit premium, it costs, bitch Yeah, I know you think a bitch beneath you You think you better, but the proof is in the puddin' Keep it pushin' I don't bother niggas, niggas like to bother bbymutha In your mouth like braces, let this pistol pop the rubber Who you really mad at? Shit, it need to be your people Sent your ass out, got you thinkin' you my equal Got you thinkin' that I'm feeble, come and test me Call me what you want Long as you know I'm still the best I'm your superior, bitch [Chorus] I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas, yeah I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas I'm with whatever, nigga [Outro] (Bitch) Yeah