Baby Mums Crib Digga D & M Huncho

[Intro: M Huncho]
(Quincy Tellem)
Mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib

[Chorus: M Huncho]
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio," again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again

[Verse 1: Digga D]
Step-daddy Digga, handsome-ass nigga
Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner
Twenty bullets in my pistol, I ain't carryin' a spinner
You know everything over hеre is bigger
I couldn't pick between thеm hoes, so I had them both
Why buy a bitch some flowers? She already got a rose
Make her feel special, buy her shoes and buy her clothes
Keep it on the low, I hope that we don't get exposed
I don't beef over women, G, don't make me mad
Tell 'em, "Chill, I don't wanna blam your baby dad" (Bah, bah, bah)
God, if I told you I was tryin', I'd be lyin'
'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas dyin'
My heart got so cold, it must be frozen
I'd rather that than give it to a lil' ho and get it broken
So worried 'bout the backdoor, they left the windows open
I climbed in and bust the front door for my bro them