Murda Mommy - Styles P

Rafael and RJ too, good lookin cuz

I got a little story to kick on this one

Ghost style

So Authentic

Sitting in a bullshit apartment that is rented and my soul’s tormented

A big pile of coke, a grimy ass bitch

I don’t trust for a minute cuz her nose all in it

The shit’s still for sell though, my man went to jail though

Left fifty birds, 10 guns, weed and a scale yo

She hit me on my jack right

I was in the lab blowin' Ackright

In the booth tryna get my stacks right

She said come through, cuz dinner lookin' mad nice

She went to Shop-Rite and got the chicken for the half price

I’m like this bitch don’t cook, and me and her don’t eat

So I know she sweet

Yeah her man went to jail I know he up shits creak

She got keys in the crib I’ll get them off this week

So I hopped in the truck yo, blowin on the dutch yo

I know I shouldn’t do it but I dont give a fuck though

If you fuck with a murda mommy

You gon' fuck around and have to murder mommy

I’ll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy

Glade big poppa you deal with a murder mommy

She said they 12.5

I got 125 on me, I could buy 10 break em' down let em' dive on me

250 can get me twenty though

Shit ain’t lookin funny though, nigga need money though

Half a million can get me forty

Me and my little shorty can kick it like Barry Gordy

Soon as I thought I heard a knock at the door

Pause, heard a lap cock at the door

That sounds like a Colt .45

Government issued, I’m thinking that I don’t wanna die

My shit was on my side, pulled it out hit her in the eye

Gun buck, the dumb slut wanna die (bitch)

Door flew in, so did the mass dudes

Cash rules, fuck that we all gon' blast tools

They hit, she hit, I’m good some g shit

Left with the cash in the coat that’s P shit

If you fuck with a murda mommy

You gon' fuck around and have to murder mommy

I’ll do her greasy like I never heard of mommy

Glade big poppa you deal with a murder mommy