Rell Cortez - DA MAMAS Lyrics

Stay out the way, but somehow my name always get involved
Wassam D,
Trey, look
I got shit I still gotta handle, I catch em it's over, I put that on G
I got shit I still gotta ask my pops, like why you ain't be there for me
I got a key to a bitch apartment, I barely go f*ck, but she know how to eat
I got niggas I don't even follow, watchin' my page, claimin' it's beef
I got some hoes, I'm still goin' f*ck, even though I told shawty, I'm leavin' them be
I got shit that cross my mind, I gotta let go, but I can't, it's deep
I got a dog that stole from me, but he think I don't know, I'm just playin' the streets
I gotta let shit be what it is, and stop tryna force what I want it to be
I got a uncle that's out on bond', been lookin' for him, it took me a week
I got a bitch that act so bougie, but deep down, I know she a freak
I got DMs I put on restrict, and open and read so they never see
I got two daughters that's due in December, I'm ready to love and ready to meet
I got some videos with a couple hoes that I f*cked on, I ain't leak
I got a glock I ain't never used yet, with a switch on it for the beef
I got some old hoes I don't f*ck with, if I call, they comin' for me
I gotta lotta money, so f*cking off on a bag ain't nothin' to me, Trey
Wassam D
Stay out the way, but somehow my name always get involved
We ain't posting money no more we showing what that shit could do
F*ck a nigga, f*ck whoever against us, see what I'm sayin
I got my bros with me, I got a pole on me
I got a case I still ain't beat, cause nigga went told on me
I got a bitch I still gotta ask, like, why you fold on me
I got some youngins I threw a bag, and they went rolled for me
Never told no lies, in none of my music this shit, I be spittin', come straight from the heart
She on the net, tryna bash my name, but ain't tell em' how she wasn't playing her part, I told my brother it's up when I see him, he pussy its lines, you just don't cross
I got snake so bad, I couldn't get mad, it was karma had to take that loss
Yeah, G did me down bad, tryda get me locked by the feds
Coulda told me what it was, woulda dropped the bitch on her head
Got me f*cked up, if you think I don't know what a nigga said
All that he say, she say, drop a bag, leave a nigga dead
I got some opps that still want kill me, I got a contract, I ain't feelin
I got a grown bitch and she 34 with two kids that I'm hittin
I got a hoe that never wanna let me bust on her face, so I bust on her titties
I got people I love to death, but they cross me, so I love from a distance
We in the hood with it, we ain't trippin' off nothin' we countin and gettin' this money
She know what's up with me, I could see it, it's right in her face
My trail, she on it, first time I ever caught a, I ain't even gon' speak on it
I'm still tryna catch o boy, and wherever I catch him, I swear
I'ma leave homie
Bae put that pussy on me, sucked out the rest of the nutt went to sleep on her
I f*cked my auntie friend, I always knew that bitch was sweet on me
I'ma have your people stressin', bow bitch, you should never creeped on me
Ima go to jail for life if they stop this sprinter, Cause this ain't no weed on me, had to cut my own blood brother off
Even he phony, bitch you stupid as the f*ck if you think I'm movin' without my heat on me
Know what im sayin', L F D B until I D-I-E
Spot a opp, pull b, fly high, rest kee
We ain't postin' money no more, we showin' what that shit could do
F*ck a nigga, f*ck whoever against us, see what I'm sayin
Get in the way, get knocked the f*ck out the way