Lyrics On My Momma - Yhung T.O.

RBE, SOB that's the gang bitch

Heard some niggas want me gone, tell me who they shootin' at
I see a third I'm shootin' first, ain't no need of shootin' back
Fell with my cousin, had to go and get my shooter back
Been gettin' money, but this fake shit we new to that

But please don't get this shit twisted
On my momma, it ain't hard to come up missin'
On my momma, I ain't with none of that dissin'
On my momma, on my momma
Bitch this Glock got an extension

And I can't trust these niggas
I'm in love with you girl, I can't trust these bitches
I just hope you undestand that I'm different
I'ma ride for you, I'ma really really ride for you
When that time come, I'll really really die for you
My life real in these streets, I can't lie to you
But I made a promise, I'll always make it home to you
Can't let a fuck nigga tech me
I be gettin' money so these fuck niggas hate me
But baby please don't let a nigga down
I'm so tired of fake shit, I'm so tired of breakin' down
And I want you right now, and I don't want these fuck niggas around
And I'll empty out the whole round right now
And I will, I will, I will vow to keep my steel
I know your secrets, you're not real
On tour ridin' with that Glock still
They say I'm famous, now I'm ridin' with that Glock still

On my momma, bitch we trappin'
On my momma, niggas tellin' that we snitchin'
On my momma, I be ballin' like a 6
On my momma, on my momma
Bitch this Glock got an extension

And I don't do this for me
I just wanna move my grandma out the V
I just wanna have a family with you baby
I just hope your fam accepts me for me
I be out here really in the field not by choice
I'm just tryna find a way, I'm just tryna have a voice
My dad was never there,
I'm just tryna have a boy so I could
Give him the life that I could never afford
This shit real nigga, I be really in the field nigga
Livin' day by day and day by day niggas get killed nigga
Keep it real nigga, I just wanna make a mil nigga
Make my girl smile, big house on the hill nigga
And that's the main reason I don't trust niggas
I know they hate to see me winnin' so it's fuck niggas
Glock on me right now that's for you tuff niggas
And the baddest bitches ate you up so I don't lust bitches
But I want you right now, and I don't want these fuck niggas around
And I'll empty out the whole round right now
And I will, I will, I will

But please don't get this shit twisted
On my momma, it ain't hard to come up missin'
On my momma, I ain't with none of that dissin'
On my momma, on my momma
Bitch this Glock got an extension