trapboydre10k - mama told me lyrics
[intro]
na, forreal
na, forreal n+gga
ggo, 10k the tape n+gga
finna take over the maf+ckin’ world this hoe
na, forreal, on god n+gga
free the hood n+gga
free them maf+ckin’ trenches too, on god
ayy, lets go
[verse: ggo kurt]
my yungins, yea they dangerous
can’t hang with us, don’t bang enough
lil’ bro, he don’t smoke weed, but he smell sh+t just like angel dust
can’t speak on sh+t i did, the [?] might tryna’ come and hang me up
anytime anything happen’ around that, they come and blamin’ us
yea, [?] he gonna shoot sh+t, like he first picked for the draft
i been layin’ long music, droppin’ slowly, tryna’ catch another hat
i been layin’ long gps, while ridin’ with a bat
if a n+gga disrespect thе team, i’m droppin’ off them rest
i still got murdеr on my mind and i ain’t layin’ ’bout it
they tellin’ me to chill, but i won’t stop, till i’m [??]
my opps ain’t never been a problem, i got nine and nine of ’em
been deep off in the streets since a kid, i just then got tired of ’em
mama said she proud of ’em and she know i ain’t goin’ [?]
she told me keep the glock on me, she know there ain’t no hoe in this
get rich and buy some property, give a f+ck about us blowin’ up
tell you i got shot, but won’t say, i shoot a hundred guns, gang
na, forreal
na, forreal n+gga
free the hood n+gga
long live kk n+gga, long live [?] n+gga
ayy, ayy
[verse: trapboydre10k]
free the gang, that sh+t been f+ckin’ with me
i’m the hottest in my city
doin’ all that dissin’ said you k!llin’ n+gga, come and get me
put that on my momma, i shot many men just like i’m 50
you could tryna’ run, but you can’t hide you better keep a glizzy
p+ssy n+gga you gon’ die, don’t try me i’m not the one
can’t make this up, i really rap about this sh+t, i’ve seen it done
i keep a gun, mama know she bread a thug, k!ller son
really caught a head, if it come back, then i will never run
put my trust up in this choppa, momma told me “watch yo patna”
n+ggas snakes and watch you’re b+tch, cause they gon’ tryna’ take you out
see i’ve been gettin’ my d+ck suck, while countin’ racks up on the couch
and if you ridin’ too long, then come out we flockin’ at the house
and if you ridin’ too long, then come out we flockin’ at the house
i don’t even know this lil’ b+tch name, she f+ck me cause my clout
rememorise about that day, i up my chopp and hit the crowd
you better watch out for that hot sh+t, me and kurt gon’ comin’ out
[outro]
na, forreal n+gga
you better watch out n+gga
this that 10k, ggo take over, b+tch ass n+gga
you know, we spinnin’ on all that sh+t
that sh+t ain’t gon’ change n+gga
gang
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