Momma Beat Me I Beat Dat Block

Yeah (Filmswave, what the fuck?)
Go tell one of my get it you know the vibes

Mama beat me, I beat that block
(Mama, beat that block)
They say I spit that real just like 2Pac
(I spit, 2Pac)
That Glizzy got me sweatin', that bitch hot

These niggas be hatin' (Hatin')
He say he want smoke
But that nigga pump fakin'
When I'm in traffic, my 30 be hangin'
I be with my niggas and they all be bangin'
I've never been a rat
I don't do no singin'
I just met that bitch and her face, I painted
I'm smokin' on Runtz and we
Hit if he chase it
I'm talkin' to the money
We speak the same language

Ayy, hit a juug on my other phone
Now it's hot
My circle is small, look just like a dot
I make them bands dance
They might do the robot
Stay up on it it's some
Shit I don't know 'bout
Keep that Glock on me when I go out
Plays on my phone, I can't go for no joke
All this money, gettin' it in, get it out

Say somethin' sweet, then you gon' drown
You can get smoked like a Black & Mild
Big Glock on me and that ho loud
Five star trap, runnin' through the pounds
Bustin' juugs in the streets
You was in the house
Fuck school, I was in the house tryna count
My young nigga trappin' got
More than your dad
These old niggas hatin', I got 'em so mad

These niggas be hatin'
He say he want smoke
But that nigga pump fakin'
When I'm in traffic, my 30 be hangin'
I be with my niggas and they all be bangin'
I've never been a rat
I don't do no singin'
I just met that bitch and her face, I painted
I'm smokin' on Runtz and we
Hit if he chase it
I'm talkin' to the money
We speak the same language