Mama really—
Yeah, yeah, pew
Mama really think I'm lazy
Yeah, what?
Yeah, ah, yeah
Brent Rambo!
Yeah, woah-ooh, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah yeah
** always seem to hate me, ayy (Woah, ooh)
Mama really think I'm lazy, yeah (Woah, ooh)
My ** she evil, she like Satan
She got no— ha
Yeah, ayy, yeah
** always seem to hate me, yeah
Mama really think I'm lazy, yeah
My ** evil, oh, she like Satan, oh
Ain't got no manners, get a job
She sell **, she a shark
Lambo Jeep pink as roses and gelato
I ** her friend, she was bi ho
Snow flakes falling in the night sky, ho
Yeah, ho, that's my bad, that's my bad ho
** always seem to hate me, yeah
Mama really think I'm lazy, yeah
** always seem to hate me, yeah
Mama really think I'm lazy, yeah
Ayy, Bans
** always seem to hate me (Huh, ay)
** her once, she wanna have my baby (Huh, yeah, ayy)
Gold chains like the '80s (Huh)
I'm a street ** but they love me 'cause I'm wavy (Huh, yeah, ayy)
Smokin' on some boof, huh, push up in a coupe (Ayy)
Some my **s red, some my **s bang blue (Ayy, yeah)
** **, who is you?
(Ayy)
I be countin' up, a ** gotta get the loot
Ridin' with that Glock 40, ain't no deuce deuce (Ayy)
Choppa eat his body, bullets goin' straight through (Yeah)
** wet, she got that fluid (Ayy, yeah)
This just how we do it (Yeah)
And my mama say I'm lazy (Yeah)
Why she always throwin' shade?
(Huh, huh)
Is it because I'm gettin' paid?
(Ayy)
I was down bad, ** up the other day
** always seem to hate me, yeah
Mama really think I'm lazy, yeah
** always seem to hate me, yeah
Mama really think I'm lazy
Yeah