Several BMs Lyrics

Is it a crime, I want several baby mommas

Only broke niggas can't afford the drama

When I fell off, ain't nobody try to warn me

Only right I climb back without a harness

From the city, you get use to living in darkness

Only thing to light the night, were them sirens

Ever seen a man die, how would you deal with the trauma

I was alone in my room, a whole summer

Couple months, I was broke at my lowest

Stressing bout the rent, way before a notice

Woulda burnt my name out, woulda set a play down

Even asked to front the work, now I'm in debt a pound

Had to make some shit shake, literally

I was letting eighths go for 15

Had plugs sending vids with the price green

Can't afford shit, you ever heard a nigga soul scream

Praying for a 50, boy I woulda sold some nose bleeds

Got hit on granny's couch, but the plastic stopped the rose seats

Don't ask me who I'm fucking, know this bitch gone take more care of me

Cause she cherish me

Cause she cherish me, that's why she still here

I den put more tires on the road than a Goodyear

Laneshifting, but I feel stuck in the third gear

When I'm in my moods, I even hate for her to be near

Heard her talking bout how I'm evil, like I'm God's fear

Don't believe in Bible stories, get the idea

Take out all the lessons, apply ta, how you tryna live

Until I touch a hunnid, I can't even try to think of kids

Is it a crime, I want several baby mommas

Only broke niggas can't afford the drama

When I fell off, ain't nobody try to warn me

Only right I climb back without a harness

From the city, you get use to living in darkness

Only thing to light the night, were them sirens

Ever seen a man die, how would you deal with the trauma

I was alone in my room, a whole summer

Rubberband 'round my wrist starting to get pointless, an accesssory

Remember when it use to be a necessity

Now it's just excessive, a little petty thing

Knock off of a bracelet, my dick ah knock off a bitch wedding ring

She put back it on, wrong finger, that's for celibacy

Shit, she might be celibate. After I fuck, might not even text a bitch

Lost focus of them hoes, cause what I want, is to be rich

Money or the fame, I want both, don't even try to ask me which

Niggas say they 10 toes, won't fold, but they'll switch

Hard to trust the hoes, when I'm knowing, that they spint

If love a sprint, then that bag is a marathon

My spirit Perk up, for only dollas, bitch carry on

Not tryna be your chariot, unless I got the forgiatos chrome

Thoughts are at capacity, hard to fit a soul inside the dome

Don't believe in marriages, but these streets I can't leave 'em 'lone

Never choosing one, always asking, still gone say no

Is it a crime, I want several baby mommas

Only broke niggas can't afford the drama

When I fell off, ain't nobody try to warn me

Only right I climb back without a harness

From the city, you get use to living in darkness

Only thing to light the night, were them sirens

Ever seen a man die, how would you deal with the trauma

I was alone in my room, a whole summer