Mama Mia CSaucy (Ft. Why G)

[Chorus: WhyG]
Big chain I'm flexin' like I'm John Cena
Gucci darkazz you can't see me but I can see yah
In the kitchen wrap them bricks up like quesadillas
Thousand grams came from Italy, mama mia
Big chain I'm flexin' like I'm John Cena
Gucci darkazz you can't see me but I can see yah
In the kitchen wrap them bricks up like quesadillas
Thousand grams came from Italy, mama mia

[Verse 1: WhyG]
They tryna copy the neat
Your wifey is such a freak
At my condo she don’t got legs
She walk around on her knees (wozzles, wozzles)
Smoking dead man I look Japanese
Too much gold on, they say I look Guyanese
Glizzy spit like it retard, so I think it's special need
In the trap tell me what you need
Macintosh that’s broski
Big talk, bet he fat like froski
Speaker Knockerz on my lonely
Just me and my XD
Lil boy gon' fail if he test
And the opps they know that we ballin'
Make her hooyo wozzle me through my Balmain
Hunnid wops on my phone, they all callin'
Heard he was the plug we gon' rob him
Tie him up, Abbay Abbay, 30 done robbed him
I bet they won’t find him 'til the mornin'
He got flied like the guy in the Jordan
Now I’m coolin' on the beach somewhere foreign
Foreign, foreign, foreign
Now I’m coolin' on the beach somewhere foreign