Bitch Mama House

Lyrics

[Intro] (Aye Tana, fye that shit up) [Verse] I just had a dream the feds hit the spot, still made a sale Phone ringing, ain't no friend, just my clientele I done heard you cool with being a rat, I rather die than tell Slide in Benz, F&N's, ride with 30 shells Cut that shit down, what you claiming boy, cap Diamonds in my mouth 'cause of the scale, not the rap But I know how to send a fucking bomb 'cross the map Ain't dropped in a year but I went gold in the trap Leave them bags, 8 for 10, slide down the 101 Meet my floor, but transaction, we meet one on one Crack your eyе early, cut a box, come at crack of dawn Spend a fifty, gеt it in a jiffy, watch it beat the sun This right here the sprinkle, got some' cheaper, but this better weed Give yo' ass a thousand in a pound if you found a seed 200 a line for some Tris', move like a millipede 20k profit, made this month, sellin' pints of green On the rap, you wrote a statement, nigga a author Run my bag up, these hoes annoying like Miss Parker Want a pound of sprinkle? Money short, gave you some sparkle I'm Scrooge McDuck with loads, I dive in with my snorkel Got what you signed for and mo', just some Cartier glasses Chain gang, call me LoLife Pat Mahomes, the bags you know I pass Catch that box from Tyreek Hill to Super Bowl, you know I'm dancin' Free the opps, I don't have no opps, nigga know I'm blastin' They like "LoLife, you so icy, you might got a deal" Bitch, I'm signed to the scale, what you need? I can work the mail When I was broke, I was a joke, I ran it up, now I'm a big deal Grandma knew I was a slida, since she bought that big wheel Goin' through yo' bitch phone, see I text, hope it break your heart Fuck her on the back, I carom her, choke her like she Bart When she squirt, shit, I ride her wave, LoLife Noah's Ark Bust, then I gotta split like Moses, broke the seal off I got Wock, I got Tris', I got green, I got red part Saw my player, cases green then the same day, wrecked his damn car Same day that the box drop, the bags fast like Nascar Three clean 20, now she naked, she a porn star Soon as I sellout, catch a flight, then I'm in and out They checked the Apple tag, I mean trackin', I know the damn route Relationship with Florish, shit, so we like what's the drought? Ran out of addys, sent that shit to my bitch mama house [Outro] (Aye Tana, fye that shit up) It's LoLife Motherfuckin' Blacc Still signed to the scale, nigga