Текст King Von – Mama’s Boy

We thirsty, we blitzin’ like Madden, in traffic with full automatic
I’m clutchin’ this ?
while drivin’
Left it in the whip like I got it
Not hidin’, now you cannot find us
Always muggin’, so please do not mad us
It’s the pills that’s fuckin’ our minds up
When we flyin’ we drip in designer
Don’t look back 12 they behind us
Flashback to me in them ?
Now I cannot go, I ain’t no hoe, put the pedal to the floor
My life a movie, we shootin’
You got a gun but don’t use it
The drugs we abuse it, I ain’t abusive, beat a opp bitch like she stupid
I’m chillin’ at ?, just me and my new bitch
You stressin’ and goin’ bald, baby you on that fu shit
Pull over, I think that’s him
Matter of fact, gang, that’s them
See the one with the fade got a limp
I thought he was there, but fuck that shit
I want him, I want him, I want him, pull up on em, up on em, up on em
I swear that boy is a goner, tried to run but I got up on em
Tried to run but I got up on em
He need a new kidney, you donate?
My shoes by Gucci, you know it
You payin’ that shit if you owe it

My mama’s first born, I’m the oldest
Huh, what?
Bitch I beat the body, I’m chosen!