Momma Told Me Key Glock

[Intro]
Whole lot of everything man
Paper route business
You know what the fuck goin on
Aye

[Hook]
My momma told me, fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty
My momma always told me boy, get off yo ass, go get it
My momma always told me, watch that boy, he ain’t your nigga
You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups
Money, money, money baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin dope, pourin 4’s and movin slow
Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul

[Verse: 1]
I just want to know, why they hatin on the low
I’ma pop a xan, put a tag on his toe
My niggas pull up, straps yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe
My niggas cuttin checks and they still cut throat
These hoes, we ain’t savin, we just slave ‘em then replace ‘em
I’m a sack chaser, catch me racin to that paper
Boy yo squad don’t ball no more, y’all just like the Lakers
Finesse that shit quick yeah, you know we had to take some
Whole lotta paper, bring a whole lotta haters
Heard you want some beef, I let my niggas come and cater
Tell ‘em catch up, before we bust yo lil tomatoe
I love my .9, more than Will love Jada