D Slay - From Ha Momma Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fill my Duffel with them comma's, Go get my marijuana
Hit the airport where I'm going, Oh, a trip to Bahamas
I ain't stressin' about them bitches, I know my bitch a rider
And her hair long and she thick she got her ass from her momma
Uh, where the f*ck I'm going? Uh, yeah
These niggas lame and they bogus, In case you ain't notice
I put it in motion no notion, She tried to come around
But she left when I ain't have it, It's tragic, I really should let that bitch have it
Ain't talkin' static with them automatics, I'm talkin' about givin' her back to the streets
I met a nigga and seen him get blicked the next day, nigga, that's why I walk with my heat
It's young D Slay, they done woke up the beast, All of them niggas who turned they back on me
Remember I was on the brink and I ain't have no money, Them bitches, they really ain't want me
Had to lean back, like I'm on oxycodone, They still be hatin', the world finna know me
Them boys, baloney, they fake and, they really be phony
A nigga try keepin' his distance, You see my pockets, they gettin' on XXL
But a nigga still be on his fitness, She arch her back like lil shawty, a gymnast
Or some' I'm too high to think of other options
Do right by you and you do right by me, If you cross me, you know that I'm bustin' your noggin
Yeah, uh
Fill my duffel with them commas, Go get my marijuana
Hit the airport where I'm going, Oh, a trip to Bahamas
I ain't stressin' bout them bitches, I know my bitch a rider
And her hair long and she thick, she got her ass from her momma
And this time I'm actually talkin' my shit on these niggas, I ain't doin' no singin' shit, f*ck niggas
Murder the beats, I be stretching em' my flow impeccable
Like that bitch just can't be kissed
F*ck nigga shot his shot, that nigga got it blocked
With my bitch he a dust head, call him Basquiat
I'm the one that they watch when I step out on the scene
G Fazoes on me, they clean
I'm the one they can't stop, I'm goin' crazy like D.Y
Flow on a milly, swear my flow been illy
Bitch, I feel like my name T.I
Can't no lame nigga say that he feel me
I be starvin', I eat on the track a lot
You can't drive bitches, so I be crashin' them all
Gone sell out arenas, I ball like Arenas
Earned all my stripes with no deal from Adidas
I tried to tell niggas I'm up in my mode
She back it up, she got it from her momma
She got a nigga, gon' lose his control
I might let her rock my chain and designer
Face is a 10, and her body like woah
I might just make that girl my baby mama
Lately, young nigga been feelin' like fewtch
Told her let's skip the Bahamas, go f*ck up some commas
Spend that bread on a brand new llama
Even if you flood your crib with designer, boy, F*ck yo lil Prada, made that in a week
You took that bitch up to Nobu, ain't yo boo
I spent that lil shit on my new Yohji sneaks
I hit the club with the money, I'm doin' my dance with the blues
Watch it, draw out the freaks
Keep 34 like I'm Giannis, I'm honest
My bro hold 43, I got Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me
Thanos wit me