Letras
You're literally not my mom
You're literally crazy
Like can, you leave me alone
You've been doing this for over five years
Just leave it alone, I'm not your daughter
Steppin' on beats like Greeks up in the party
Not the first to class but definitely never tarty
Heavyweight title, ain't too many that compete with me
Got a little older and create me a mini-me
Swag named Fresh, boss named Duke
A nigga lose his mind, ain't no tellin' what I might do
I be sippin' on Henny, I might blow a lil' too
But believe me when I tell you I keep it a hundred proof
Yeah, who you think I get it from, momma and my daddy (uh)
If it need addressing, we just tell 'em drop the addy (uh)
Come in big trucks, we be slidin' in the caddy (uh)
We don't care where you at, we'll pop up in the valley
Hold up, hold up, hold up, shhh
Brook, you, you, you talkin' too much
Nah, nah, momma, let me have it
I got bitches out here tryna claim me like they taxes
You can't see the difference, man, this bitch might need some glasses
The way she tried to play it, we can't even be compassionate
Hold on hold Brook, damn
Dad, it's really the audacity
She be on my head like this bitch is out here trackin' me
Like move bitch get on, mom and daddy on this track with me, bitch
Oh, shit, bars, straight bars
Aye, arrest this bitch