Mama Jama

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, [?]) Mm, mm ShittyBoyz shit, man You know how I'm playin' it (Shit, Shit, Shit, Shittyboyz) [Verse] I value word of mouth, put respect on my name All you care about is clout, type of shit I think is lame Came up from the bottom 'cause the South ain't the same You be thinkin' with yo' dick, you know it ain't got a brain I know you won't ever fold, that's why I got you on my side Why when niggas get some beef, they wanna go and get on Live? Why you scared of that nigga? You know that everybody dies I'd do that shit again if I had a hundred tries If you put your mind to it, you could probably reach the next level Take my advice 'cause it ain't long until I'm successful Tell me thank you when I pass the 'Wood, shе so respectful I don't get how you don't likе me and I ain't never met you You hatin' on a nigga that don't know you exist I knew I was that nigga before I had my first kiss I be talkin' on to the money like, "Hello, who is this?" But I paid for this fit, I could've went and bought a bitch (I could) God damn, she a bad mama jama But she a ho ho ho just like Santa She live the best of both world, think she Hannah I don't got no bodies but'll pop you like a Fanta If I'm poppin' out, I put it out, Mr. Jump Shitty Thought the grass was greener, now she textin' me like come get me Dawg had a starin' problem 'til I up blickie See I'm livin' lavish, now I got her tryna come with me She got a BBL, she didn't get that from her mama (She did) You can't be a bad bitch if you ain't got a dollar (No cap) I wanna know, when you got tough, you used to be a scholar Unc' really ran through them bricks just like Harry Potter All you do is run your mouth, I'm runnin' through a bag Man, all these niggas do is cap, like get off the flag She think because her ass fat that she super bad Why you got a Blick, boy? You don't know what to do with that I be talkin' spicy, call it jalapeño talk (Spicy) You know people only sorry when they gettin' caught Some people don't even have morals, like what was you taught? Buffaloes on my face, lookin' like two lines of chalk Whoops, there it is, blues bustin' out the bag (Shit) Don't expect shit so you won't even be mad (No cap) Fit cost a lot, I bet you can't afford half Everybody play a part, watch how you treat the staff (You hear me?) Known from coast to coast, don't try to play me like I'm local I just let the phone 'cause I ain't really feelin' social You might get shot if you approach me like I know you When you got somethin' for 'em, watch how everybody love you (Watch) It don't feel the same when this shit not authentic Whip fresh off the lot, I'm finna go and get it tinted (Let's go) Nigga talkin' like the big bro but he kidding Baby, when I first saw you, I was like, "I gotta hit it" I be always in some Crocs, tell them I need a collab I be really ballin', got my shoes in the Louis bag Only time I chased the bitch when I was it playin' tag She know she with a star, it got her wet like a rag Came up, they confused, shit, I guess that I'm a puzzle Told her put her head down like she goin' in the huddle Brody popped two tens, he just dropped a double double Still beggin' for some sauce, if you don't get out here and hustle (Boy) Get off yo' ass and get to it I bet yo' bitch reply if I text her, "What you doin'?" (I bet) I ain't never think that I would be a big influence (Nope) Stop tellin' me what you gon' do, come and do it Workin' 'til my bank account lookin' like a BIN number Where the fuck is Lud Foe? Somebody call Kid Wonder Bitch tryna act bougie like she ain't a headhunter Stop playin' 'cause I know what you did last summer, ho [Outro] She's a bad mama jama Just as bad as she can be, hey She's a bad mama jama Just as bad as she can be