Текст песни Momma Told Me - Trapperman Dale

Anybody that got to get up and go fuck with another nigga
Every goddamn day to get him some goddamn money
Sit around all day long
You a straight up hoe
And you gonna snitch

Trap
Trap
Trap
Let the band play
Shit we talking bags, I need me a boat
I′m married to money, we just got eloped
I got dirt on my heart, I ain't using no soap
Slidin through traffic, codeine on my soda
I′m smokin on Cali
My bae come from Oakland, she can get tragic
I make it happen, you said you fronted who a hal-key of that what
I seen him going crazy, that nigga at Magic's
We flip a script, like I'm flipping gymnastics
I′m flipping whatever′s left in the attic
Mt kitchen off limits
My momma been bitching
She know we use soda way more than addicts
Look, Glock came extended no cap
Bus shit out the rap
I'm a trapper, no cap
1st an the 3rd, I ain′t seeing no sleep
See them checks hit at 12th
I'm knee deep in the trap
Told you about showing them young niggas shit
They done run off again, A big worm finna snap
I′m on the west where the shuck game good
Aint no telling what you might have seen coming back

Huh
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget
Huh
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I′d rather be dead, then broke out here living
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget
Turn me a slight, to a midget let's get it
My sac came in raw, my lil nigga gonna fill it
My bitch down to drive, we can't smoke till we get it
My nigga need stripes in the pen, and im with it
Speak with your chest when you speak to the kid
I done split purpl codeine all over my kicks
2500 a P, and it′s hitting
Pull to the yo, cause I still brought it with me
Damn near took a loss, I high speed in a rental
Took me a trip just to see who was sending
I′m catching plays I aint catching no feelings
I'll shoot out the roof and won′t stop till it's empty
Beefin don′t bring in no money, you tripping
Crack two of my jars trying test my little bitch
I can't cheat on my wrist
I′m too close to a 6
Momma told me to get up and go get it
I had to muscle my way on some fetty
I'm still staking lettuce a product of nothing
Reach if you want, you gonna need you a reverend
I'm still in the mix, I′m reup by 7
Street nigga, I′m catching bites on a sunday
Street2Street i'll pop at your top like it′s nothing
I come from nothing, this shit can get ugly
I won't trust a soul when I′m dealing with money

Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I′d rather be dead, then broke out here living
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget

With that bullshit, then come out and play like you tough
Ain't got no money, can't play your way into the club
Can′t buy ya no motherfucking beer
Dick holding motherfucker
You need to break ya neck, and go to the penitentiary
Cause you a sorry motherfucker
Penitentiary don′t even want you