Lyrics Blamm Summ (feat. bredk) - Maurii

We love you, Maurii

Make a pussy nigga, pick his head up
Riding with that nina, I'm gon' blam some
If he run up on me, know I got one
Mama, you know you ain't gotta worry about your son
Cause you know if that nigga run up, then he fuckin' done
I'm gon' catch me a body, why?
Cause the pussy nigga tried me
Up that bitch, I been feenin' for a homi
We gon' make that pussy nigga cry for mommy

I been seen him hatin' from the start
I ain't gon' do nothin', I'ma go sit back and watch
New Glock with the cord

That pussy nigga play, then he gon' bite the cord
Ain't no electric
Beefin' with them hoe-ass niggas, man, I'm on some next shit
But kno', if I ever see you, I'm gon' wanna face shit

I'm gon' wanna bake shit, my brothers ain't gon' say shit
Know they on the same time and they ain't on no late shit
Lately, I been on some makin' money, fuck the world shit
If that pussy nigga talk too crazy, get his head split

All I wanna see leave from your body is some red shit
I ain't finna censor shit, I'm on one just like a ted skit
Bitch, pussy nigga keep your head up
Cause if you don't, you gon' lose your head, huh

Pop a Perk ten, I wanna see some red, nah
I'm on bullshit, kick over your head stone

Make a pussy nigga, pick his head up
Riding with that nina, I'm gon' blam some
If he run up on me, know I got one
Mama, you know you ain't gotta worry about your son
Cause you know if that nigga run up, then he fuckin' done
I'm gon' catch me a body, why?

Cause the pussy nigga tried me
Up that bitch, I been feenin' for a homi
We gon' make that pussy nigga cry for mommy

Yeah, I'm feenin' for a homi, nigga
Killers right beside me, nigga
G-Lock on the side of me, tell that boy don't try with me
Bootin' off them pills, off them oxys pop a lotty'
I was fucked up back then, but now I'm up, don't touch my body

Ayy, treat him like a bad kid, we whoop him for that talkin
Ayy, no more, we gon' split your wig, we don't do all that yoppin
Yeah, post up where you is, we find that car, I bet we chop it
Ayy, see your house, my young niggas kick your door, bitch, we ain't knockin

Shoot that chop, bitch, let it knock
Ayy, clutch that ARP, no stock
Jump out, chase him with a Glock
Hit a bitch with a Broom, Now we need a mop

He dissin', I don't respond, tell him to stop
I'm flexin' my gun, cause I know it's gon' pop
I'm takin' him off for the peace and the nice
Yeah, I'm shiesty as fuck, I might take your block, nigga