MOMMA’S BOY – Justin Rarri

Disrespectful how you did me
Know that I only ever tried to help you, yeah ah
I pray that before the backstabbing God’ll send you a warning (ou ou)
Put my hand on the b-i-b-l-e
Never took no advice that they tell me
Lotta bitches on my dick fucked me up
Seen my own mother snitchin’ and tellin’ it
And I promise you, shawty she holding her jealousy
Drinkin lean, then you popped you a addy
I don’t gotta prove shit to the family
Bitch I’m gucci where I be, not cause of my daddy
14 hit a lick, took the shit from daddy
15 I was trappin’, I ain’t tell nobody
16 signed a deal, seen the family change
Bullets hittin’ in a whole lotta range
Yea I’m lit, but I’m filled up wit pain
Still a make bitch sing
Know you peep the dripper when I came
Smack a bitch no Rick James
All my nigga strapped up already know how it is
Imma dickhead, yea, a nigga cold hearted
I ain’t really with the talkin’, we gon’ pop yo shit
For lil Rarri, them niggas gon’ go all in

Uh stop it
Know they manipulating, these the complications of a rich nigga, cocky
Don’t needa flood up my arm
Give a fuck bout no bitch, this nigga pussy, can’t stop me
Never bring a nigga in where I sleep
Treat me like a lil nigga R.I.P
I just want niggas flooded, hoppin’ out 3D
Uh stop it
Know they manipulating, these the complications of a rich nigga, cocky
Don’t needa flood up my arm
Give a fuck bout no bitch, this nigga pussy, can’t stop me
Never bring a nigga in where I sleep
Treat me like a lil nigga R.I.P
I just want niggas flooded, hoppin’ out 3D

Fuck around and send some demons and gorillas
Ion need me a throne
I’m the king of the shit on my own
Nigga XXL on the money and hoes
I’m the hardest that’s comin’ right outta New York
Pass the shit to the bro, he gon’ up, let it blow
Little nigga that really be rappin’ his shit
Why do he got the K like Osiris
‘Cause lil bitch I be wit the violence
Double spin around the block like we hop scotchin’, nigga step on yo numbers
Last time I checked, my check got more commas
Lil nigga I stay in the field wit them drummers
Tell her open the Louie V, look at the hunnids
All black, all black, like them niggas up to some
Top me in the back of the H3 hummer
I got a feeling these niggas they faking, they smile with me
Give a fuck bout a dap, get away from me
Niggas they hating I see it
Fuck up the vibe, boy a goof acting weird
Kick the nigga right out, don’t mean nothing to me
My old opp bitch tryna cuff me
Why she don’t let you fuck?
Nigga because of me
Nigga keep it a hunnid, I keep it a G
Flip a pack from the A to the muhfuckin’ Z

Uh stop it
Know they manipulating, these the complications of a rich nigga, cocky
Don’t needa flood up my arm
Give a fuck bout no bitch, this nigga pussy, can’t stop me
Never bring a nigga in where I sleep
Treat me like a lil nigga R.I.P
I just want niggas flooded, hoppin’ out 3D