Where Yo Mom At? Lyrics

"What's up wit' y'all, What's good wit' y'all lil niggas man?"

"Mmm"

(Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa)

(Grr-Ah)

"YJS"

Mm I can't feel my face in this bitch

Haha

"Nigga, where your mom at nigga?"

I can't feel my face in this bitch (In this bitch)

Huh, I can't feel my face in this bitch? (In this bitch?)

Nah see

I can't feel my face in this bitch (In this bitch)

I might fuck up on yo aunty cause I'm lit (cause I'm lit)

Spark em like a Bic, we get lit!

My bitch ouu, my bitch thick

My bitch thick-thick-i-dy

High as fuck as infinity

I sip juice not hennessey

I got the remedy recipe

I got yo bitch on my phone and she texting me sexually

These niggas all in my comments with jealousy

I don't give a fuck lil nigga respectfully

Posted on the block like I'm muh-fuckin sesame street, you gon a rip (Grr, fa, fa, fa, fa)

Feeling like Zuko you gon meet this heat, put your face on a tee

Why the fuck these niggas think I sing, not rap? (Pussy)

Lil nigga you ain't got no drip you shop at Gap

Bitch I'm, feeling like Faygo the way I take a fuck nigga off the map (Aye, Bitch)

Slide on that nigga, get ripped like some seaweed

These niggas talking?

That nina show, that nina blow (Aye)

Don't get pushed back (Pushed back)

Bitch it's YJS, watch who you look at (Look at)

You ain't got no straps up in that book bag (In that book bag)

Know these niggas hate me, got em shook bad (Oh my god)

Know a couple niggas in the trap and they cook that (Grrrr)

Fa (Fa, Fa, Fa)

I can't look back (Look back)

Fuck all that talking, lil nigga shoulda stood back

Smoking on my sticky, meet my blicky

Where the goods at?

Yo bitch told me put dick up in her kidneys

Ooh she took that

Dead shot, trickshot a nigga when it pull back (Grrr, Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa)

Laughing when that nigga running like I'm watching school track (Aye)

Keep that choppa pointed ruler distance, nigga scoot back (Bitch)

I might need my windows tinted nigga I'm like who that? (Skrt)

Aye these niggas not bout it but we knew that (What the fuck?)

Talking bout that static?, nigga shoot back (Yea)

We know that's a bb, you can't shoot that (Fuck)

Like tell me where the business is

I need that Hellcat, all black, I can't race no genesis

If my niggas slide they spin back (Skrr, Skrr)

Jugg you for your knickknacks, fuck all the chitchat (Yea)

Choppa cook that beef like a Big Mac, big facts (Yea)

No this not the Matrix nigga you can never weave that

That bitch tryna fuck me but, I'm like where the weed at? (Hahaha)

Big stacks nigga I like big racks

Laughing at these niggas I done did that, big facts (Gleh)

(Laughing at these niggas I done did that)

Big (Facts)

(These niggas talking like aye)

(These niggas talking like what?)

(Ooh these niggas talking like aye)

(Aye, Uh)

(These these niggas talking like yea?, hahahaha)