Baby Mums Crib

Quincytellem I'm at your baby mother's crib Walked down the stairs and I opened up the fridge Get a capri sun, man I know that it's your kids Sorry for the drama but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch Finger real itchy I need physio again Fuck her one time, now its cheerio again 619 your bitch, Rey Mysterio again (Again) Step daddy Digga Handsome ass nigga Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner 20 bullets in my pistol, I ain't carrying a spinner You know everything over here is bigger I couldn't pick between them hoes So I had them both Why buy a bitch some flowers, she already got her own Make her feel special buy her shoes and buy her clothes Keep it on a low, I hope that we don't get exposed I don't beef over women g, don't make me mad Tell them chill, I don't wanna bun your baby dad God if I told you I was trying, I'd be lying 'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas My hearts so cold, it must be frozen I'd rather that, then give it to a little hoe and get it broken So worried bout the back door They left the windows open I climbed in and bust the front door for my bros dem I'm at your baby mother's crib Walked down the stairs and I opened up the fridge Get a capri sun, man I know that it's your kids Sorry for the drama but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch Finger real itchy I need physio again Fuck her one time, now its cheerio again 619 your bitch, Rey Mysterio again (Again) Huncho (ah) Bankrolls (ah) In this house Plants get cropped 45, don't get shot (Don't get shot pussy) Can't be my brudda if you snitched and you told And I got some new teeth but I didn't need a mould Oud on the cologne Hoe thinks she can dig around You wont get gold bitch Used to dream for things Then I went and got that Trap house boom everyday of the week And there's never really time when you call and we ain't got that Ever since I clocked in I ain't never clocked out Still got brothers locked in Time to let the tugs out I was gonna leave the trap and fully go lidge But I got my stash at your baby mums crib I'm at your baby mother's crib Walked down the stairs and I opened up the fridge Get a capri sun, man I know that it's your kids Sorry for the drama but his mama let me in I like pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch Finger real itchy I need physio again Fuck her one time, now its cheerio again 619 your bitch, Rey Mysterio again (Again)