momma

I'm outside
You cut ties
I'm gon slide with them
I'm gon slide
I'm outside
You cut ties
I might slide with them
I might slide
Bro got the fye
Been hidin my high
Close my eyes
A nigga ain't worried bout dyin
Stack the racks up to the sky
Momma you ain't never gotta cry
Momma hate it when I'm fuckin high
Momma I just smoke to get by
Momma too much in my mind
Momma please don't worry bout a dime
You gotta get this pape get on your grind
Money on my mind
That's the only thing up on my mind
Go up on these niggas keep your shine
You gotta go up on these niggas to get your shine
Just can't throw it up if you get left behind
Nigga gon talk, I'm like okay oh cool that's fine
Nigga can't count me out just keep that in your mind
I'm outside
You cut ties
I'm gon slide with them
I'm gon slide
I'm outside
You cut ties
I might slide with them
I might slide
Bro got the fye
Been hidin my high
Close my eyes
A nigga ain't worried bout dyin
Stack the racks up to the sky
Momma you ain't never gotta cry
Momma hate it when I'm fuckin high
Momma I just smoke to get by
Momma too much in my mind
Momma please don't worry bout a dime