Baby Mama Drama ft. YM.Codeine Lyrics

She been out of pocket, she tryna get in mine

Baby better watch it, she runnin' out of time

All up in my business, no need for suit and tie

She said its love at first sight, but I'd rather go blind

I can't get up in my feelings, gotta get myself in line

Yeah, I got lil baby trippin, got her fuckin' up my life

Told her she can ride the dick, she gon' peddle with no bike

Puttin cuffs up on my wrists, but I'm not down for takin' strikes

Took the GPS off, like, bitch, where you goin'

Please don't get bitches involved, I don't know them

She said, watch what I do to you, bitch, I'll show you

She said, watch what I do to you, bitch, I'll show you

She said that I'll leak it online, I'll expose you

I told her that threats won't suffice, I'll dispose you

I told her to live her best life, I'll disown you

Unless you gon' spend the night, I'll evoke you

Yeah, I got some baby mama drama on my mental

I'ma hit her up and find some shit I can get into

Got me pullin' up like magazines, I need my issue

She gon' pull it out and cock it back just like a pistol

Yeah, I got some baby mama drama on my mental

I'ma hit her up and find some shit I can get into

Got me pullin' up like magazines, I need my issue

She gon' pull it out and cock it back just like a pistol

Tryna get a loafie, I ain't trippin' bout a bitch

Told her hit the door, we ain't talkin' bout shit

Would you hold me down if they caught me with a brick

If they stop you on this road, you don't know who I is

Shit, I know I embarrassed you when you caught me with these hoes

I said I wasn't playin', but I lied, yeah, I know

But I love how you stay at me, shit, you still won't let me go

If they ever come play with you, I'ma pull up, let it blow

She know when she let me down, that there ain't no comin' back

Shit, you always tell you love me, tell my name on your ass

Shit, you always turn me on, even when I make you mad

Got her runnin' from this shit, but she still throw it back

Threw my kids on her face, shit, now she need a tissue

Lil' slut bitch, shit, she know what I'm into

Every time she see me, I got chop or a pistol

Why you trippin' bout these bitches when I told you that I'm with you

Yeah, I got some baby mama drama on my mental

I'ma hit her up and find some shit I can get into

Got me pullin' up like magazines, I need my issue

She gon' pull it out and cock it back just like a pistol

Yeah, I got some baby mama drama on my mental

I'ma hit her up and find some shit I can get into

Got me pullin' up like magazines, I need my issue

She gon' pull it out and cock it back just like a pistol

Tryna get a loafie, I ain't trippin' bout a bitch

Told her hit the door, we ain't talkin' bout shit

Would you hold me down if they caught me with a brick

If they stop you on this road, you don't know who I is