MAMA’S BOY Vince Staples

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, on my mama
Yeah, this one goes out to all the baby mama's mama’s mamas
On my mama (Yeah)
On my mama's mama (Uh-huh), on my mama (Yeah)
Baby mama's mama, on my mama, mama (On my)
On my mama (Boom)

[Verse 1]
You ain’t gettin' blue strips, what?
You ain't ever shoot shit, what? (Say what?)
Went into the precinct, cuh, told them who did what
Niggas be way too tough (Tough), finna call your bluff, pick up
Whole rap sheet smut, mouth runnin', you an athlete, huh?
Gotta chase that bag (Bag), can't let it pass me up (No way)
Keep one tucked, the opps don't play
Been way more beef since I got paid
I ride 'round town with Ray Charles tint
The police search, they won't find shit
I’m way too rich for sleepless nights
The beef on sight and I won’t miss

[Chorus]
(On my mama) Yeah, I love this shit like my mama
(On my mama, yeah) I love this shit like my mama
(On my mama) I love this shit like my mama (Yeah)
Live for the money and die for the dollars (Die for the dollars)
Home of the killers and flockers (Flockers)
(On my mama) I love this shit like my mama