MOMMA CALLED (NOVEMBER)

My momma called, say she want her baby back

My daddy called, say he want that Maybach

My baby called, wonder when I'm coming home

My brother called, say we gotta hit the road

I hit the road, I'm gone to November

I'll be gone to November

Gone to November

I'll be gone to November

Gone to November

I'll be gone to November

Gone to November

I'll be gone to November

I guess Lil Jerry done turned to a man

Got no time but I got my hands

Baby don't question it I'm on 10

Took a lil break but I did my dance

Came back home to get my shit

Flew to Atlanta to hit my lick

Took a whole box I'm about that risk

Took a lil L but it really ain't shit

I'ma be good you know me

I don't get in my feelings I get on my feet

I'm with that funk

Front is a trunk

Windows tinted is so Jimmy don't see

My foot on the pedal, don't need no gas

Weirdo shit, don't get no pass

All of them blue notes in my pack

Go to my Usos, don't you ask

Brick in my hand, bic on my head

Crease in my dickies and white Cortez

Shit, it gets shitty, ya'll made y'all bed

When it ain't pretty, I pay my debts

Give me my bones free my dawgs

Pray for the city we back in the smog

Never had shit never did ball

Never did flip never did fall

Never no funny shit for no money I rather be broke if it ain't 100

4900 block where we really at, left side of that riverbed

I got goonies, I got dei ones, I got 100 spokes on them Daytons

I bounce back and I m ake some

I never let it ring, I pick up the phone when my

My momma called, say she want her baby back

My daddy called, say he want that Maybach

My baby called, wonder when I'm coming home

My brother called, say we gotta hit the road

I hit the road, I'm gone to November

I'll be gone to November