mamma mia
Singer:banks, azealia
i'mma shoot you and your whole crew
you know the prima-primma donna pack the heater got the armor
if you niggas fuck with me
then you better duck from me
i let it loose these niggas' life ain't worth a buck to me
these lil niggas on the run from me
i'll hit these niggas with a buck fifty
these little bitches little ducks to me
they telling stories like i'm not a legend up millions
what the fuck you want from me?
i seen them checks coming in that tarot deck bitches
that crystal ball said ya nigga wanna sex me
that pussy moist i toss them panties like a free throw
all eyes on me like they peepin' thru the peep hole
these little bitches wan't the cheat code
now i'm bleeding out ya speakers
leave these niggas bleeding on the marble floor like gina
i'mma snatch a nigga right up out his sneakers
yea he bout to meet the reaper
now ya mama with the deacon picking out ya plot
you in the cemetery reeking
now i'm sipping on some peach fizz
hit that myx moscato like i'm nicki on a meeting
you niggas soft like some peach fuzz
fuzzy like some pussy hair
he could fuck them bitches
i'm bout to fuck him thru the weekend
now these niggas got amnesia
i pull the eagle out and hawk 'em like chihuahua
niggas chihuahuas keep ya little dollas