Momma itz Done Lyrics

Waiting on the plug he gone send the addy

Cause I'm trying to smoke on the berries

I'm fucking with Hallie

A young nigga high than a you fucking with fatty

I'm trying to sneak up the stairs when you trying to get ready

I'm trying to fuck up the hair I hope you did it

Take off the shirt trying to suck on a silicone

I'm a lil nasty nigga I admit it

I'm trying to get gassy right after I hit it

They say I'm a young hot nigga I'm a need me a skillet

This whip go fast but it probably was rented

I'm a finish this shit when I can tell my momma I did it

Like Momma it's Done

My nigga a pull up with all black fit

With some shit on his head like a nun

Heat got to keep my gun

Big backwoods I can't match no blunt

Low you be smoking to much

Fuck that little bitch I'm a roll up again

Big ass gun if I up he a run

She a suck it in the hall skip lunch

I never hear from them niggas

That owe me that money I need a refund or sum

All of the niggas saying that I can't make it out

Shit they don't get where I'm coming from

But if I don't make it I'm taking a rap nigga chain or sum

Probably your favorite one

Doing hits out a two door I pull up I'm feeling like

James the bond

We gone let him have it

I don't got no kids they keep calling me daddy

Pull up on fatty I'm serving the lettuce

Coup automatic I swerve it through traffic

Let a nigga talk tough he get flipped like a patty

Who the fuck said fatty couldn't make nothing classic

Red dot on that bitch i'll slide down the attic

She knows that it's time when I take off my glasses

How the fuck I'm a trip on a bitch when i already had it

Do a flip on the dick acrobatic

And I want to know if this bitch can suck dick without gagging

Oh shit lil bitch you the baddest

Nigga hit me in march I got sixty four flavors of madness

She gone let me hit quick she the fastest

I'm trying to see how it arch oh that pussy can fart

Bitch you sucking it nasty

But I want to know if you fuck in the backseat

I want your friend to tell her get at me

I don't need a scale I eyeball the sale when I bag it

I jump in the pussy

I watch the bitch scream when I stab it

Trying to tell em if bro up the stick

He gone hit it like madden

Bad ass bitch she just got out a goddamn pageant

Big backwoods I just rolled up a goddamn cabin

For the paper hit em with lead now he gone erase em

We gone slide by his crib he home its vacant

Fatty Low got bows in his basement

Fatty Low roll a wood he face it

My young nigga whip out a big ass sword he Haitian

I wish a fuck nigga would I'm a first forty eight em

Breaking down big ass buds my hands be aching

Fuck that fatty up his ranking

Let a fuck nigga up I'm a take it

I'm a just throw a lil money the ass keep shaking

I can get the bags from Dayton

The shit I'm smoking a hundred a eighty

And most of these niggas faking

I know that she wet cuz her body keep vibrating

It's Sweaty Palm records I know these bitches been waiting