Mama Cry

[Intro]
It ain't shit if Bracy ain’t make it

[Verse 1]
Niggas fuck with us and get sent home
Why that nigga askin' all them questions? Yeah, your bitch gone
I just got the neck then she fucked bro up on some brother shit
Streets a cold game, ain't it?
Why you ain’t been postin' on the 'Gram? Shit, you famous
'Cause I'm really armed and dangerous, but I ain't on the run
Fightin' a case for another one, gotta make it home just to see Ny
They runnin', I’ma keep slidin’, these niggas don't be outside
That tough talk ain’t do nothin' but get you stepped on
I'm leavin' how I came, with not a lint touched
You know I walked in ten deep, ten guns
It’s just RBE and OBM, I know they all gon' kill for me, and I'ma do the same for them
We been thuggin' since we was kids
Lost Tu at seventeen and I been movin' different ever since
I been distant 'cause some shit that you don't understand
I'ma make it up when I get done runnin' these M's up
Know you probably hate me, but I love you still
I'ma keep it real before I lie to you, I ain't gon' stop 'til all my opps dead
I'm probably in the Hills smokin' Runtz out a couple different P's
Before I lose, I'll bet it all on me
These niggas say they on Sheik, but ain't gon' push up on me
Don't need nobody, catch a body by my lonely
But knowin' me, I'm probably in the whip with YB
Rollers get up on us, it's gon' be a high-speed

[Chorus]
Make your mama cry before my mama shed tears
We been havin' money for some years, you niggas still broke
I know they hate to see us up, we laughin' from the top
You trust that bitch, I'm only trustin' this Glock, you see the difference?
That's why you never catch me without it
Ass so big she look like Megan Thee Stallion
I just fucked her good, then she gave it to Thousands
I'm from the Riches, where it's hard to make it out at

[Verse 2]
They always hatin', killed my nigga Bugzy in Atlanta
I told my youngin never leave the house without his hammer
And then he caught a body, only fifteen
If I got to, I'll make sure that nigga good 'til he sixty
I ain't talk to P in months, but he still know I love him
It ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for my big cousin
If I gotta call Vern, it's gon' get ugly
A nigga still ain't touch me, but everybody hate me
Should've been killed him, I felt he was 'bout to snake us
How niggas talkin' crazy in that group chat like that won't get your crew whacked?
You ain't on that block, quit postin' throwbacks
'Cause we just spinned up on that, ridin' with two hundred shots plus
You do know niggas die, they fuck with us
Opps don't never slide, they too busy hidin' from us
You just gotta get it how you get it, it don't matter what they say
Make sure you throw them bands in a safe

[Chorus]
Make your mama cry before my mama shed tears
We been havin' money for some years, you niggas still broke
I know they hate to see us up, we laughin' from the top
You trust that bitch, I'm only trustin' this Glock, you see the difference?
That's why you never catch me without it
Ass so big she look like Megan Thee Stallion
I just fucked her good, then she gave it to Thousands
I'm from the Riches, where it's hard to make it out at