weekend ft. Karavelo & Jaybee Lamahj Lyrics

Baby mama got a problem for the weekend

Staying silent, I been smiling, I ain't sleeping

Me and my partner ride around without a reason

Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in

Baby mama got a problem for the weekend

Staying silent, I been smiling, I ain't sleeping

Me and my partner ride around without a reason

Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in

Lace the ganja with a line and then I breathe in

Still fuck with grabba I don't smile unless the cheese in, ay

Tell ya mama I been calling I been beeping

I think about her time to time when I'm in Sweden

Hold up

Hit the southside for the tree when I roll up

Bitch I'm outside with a 3 in my soda

Keep an outline with the weed when I spliff

We some outliers with no means to be rich

Fuck is you talkin bout

I was 16 pitching yay out my mama house

With the whip clean switching lanes bumping walk it out

Fuck on yo bitch and I take her to Waffle House

I feel like neo but whichever pill I pick a placebo

Staying celibate I'm switching to c notes

Tried to sell a bit it made me hella rich

I might tell a bitch to sit on my ego

Shoutout my tio, ay

Mama always said be about you people

Ya sabes no quieres bailar conmigo

Agape been present in all I see though

Rose tinted vision, smoke in the wind, I open the window slowly

Ain't even got 2k on IG, I wonder why women pretending they know me

I might have to blueface my time piece my new bitch named molly I need me a rollie

My mind tell the truth to remind me I do this for times when you folk tried to fold me

Baby mama got a problem for the weekend

Staying silent, I been smiling, I ain't sleeping

Me and my partner ride around without a reason

Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in

Baby mama got a problem for the weekend

Staying silent, I been smiling, I ain't sleeping

Me and my partner ride around without a reason

Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in

Slowed down on the smoke, still be high denna bitch

That boy still cookin rolled a 7 in the pussy yeah I'm tryna die in a bitch

Livin how I'm lookin, the teeth still crooked

She love my gaps, no cap, no rookie

Real nigga monster, these niggas cookie

Wanna doubt me? all bet, no bookie

I just want the nookie, you can keep the cookie

Only got one baby mama

coulda had more

Bank account only got one comma

Bitch I need 4

Put my foot in so many shows

Imma run tours

Nails like Ye in the airport

Do you see this coat

Real nigga bad bitch I be both

Only thing mid bout me is my coast

Rose in my bowls by the way I float

Put holes in ya bro now ya ride with the ghost

Stars in the ceiling, a star in ya face

Got bars past the ceiling the card is a chase

Ain't chasin the broads, but I'm hard in the waist

Wastin no time, check the time in the face

Watchin the world while the roll rotate

No Ls how I B

Uh-uh, wait

Hol up, Hol up, nigga go- wait

Wait, hol up, wait, hol up, wait

Aw hell nah, hell nah, wait a minute

Know you see the soul, all gold no gimmick

Bitches still watchin while the rim still spinnin

Strong in my cup, I don't know no limit

Baby mama got a problem for the weekend

Staying silent, I been smiling, I ain't sleeping

Me and my partner ride around without a reason

Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in

Baby mama got a problem for the weekend

Staying silent, I been smiling, I ain't sleeping

Me and my partner ride around without a reason

Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in