Baby Mums Crib

Lyrics

[Intro: M Huncho] (Quincy Tellem) Mum's crib I'm at your baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mum's crib [Chorus: M Huncho] I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah) Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah) Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah) Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit) Don't need a switch (Nah) Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah) Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah) Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again Again [Verse 1: Digga D] Step-daddy Digga, handsome-ass nigga Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner Twenty bullets in my pistol, I ain't carryin' a spinner You know everything over hеre is bigger I couldn't pick between thеm hoes, so I had them both Why buy a bitch some flowers? She already got a rose Make her feel special, buy her shoes and buy her clothes Keep it on the low, I hope that we don't get exposed I don't beef over women, G, don't make me mad Tell 'em, "Chill, I don't wanna blam your baby dad" (Bah, bah, bah) God, if I told you I was tryin', I'd be lyin' 'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas dyin' My heart got so cold, it must be frozen I'd rather that than give it to a lil' ho and get it broken So worried 'bout the backdoor, they left the windows open I climbed in and bust the front door for my bro them [Chorus: M Huncho] I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah) Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah) Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah) Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit) Don't need a switch (Nah) Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah) Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah) Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again Again [Verse 2: M Huncho] Huncho, uh Bankrolls all in this house, plants get cropped Forty-five, don't get shot (Don't get shot, pussy) Can't be my buddy if you snitch and you told And I got some new teeth, but I didn't need a mold Oud on the cologne Ho thinks she can dig around, you won't get gold, bitch Used to dream for a fix, then I went and got that Trap house boom every day of the week And there's never really time when you're callin', we ain't got that Ever since I clocked in, I ain't never clocked out Still got brothers locked in, time to let the thugs out I was gonna lose the trap and fully go leg' But I got my stash at your baby mum's crib [Chorus: M Huncho] I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah) Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah) Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah) Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit) Don't need a switch (Nah) Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah) Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah) Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again Again