Mothers Day (FREESTYLE) Lyrics

Cut the hoe, cause you're not exactly what I'm looking for

Cooking up, and my whole family, what I'm cooking for

Instagram watching, wearing wires, they be cooking folks

Fuck the snap, pounds on my lap, that's what they took it for

When we in your city, fuck yo ticket, foenem tooken those

If he get to sniffing, we gon' wipe a nigga booger nose

Bulley mode, hollow tip, gon' fill him up with bullet holes

Missing with your misses, different city, pockets full of rolls

Asking questions, careful, she might tell you how I took her soul

Bend it over, for me, baby, let me see you touch ya toes

Fuck the hoe, then I duck him, you won't see me cuffing those

Pillow talk, lay up with the bitch and let the other know

Which one suck my dick the best, pick and let the other go

I'm so fucking high, they gotta watch me through a telescope

Run them folks around, they say my life is like a marigold

She like, King, I just got a question, I'm like, here we go

always wanna argue what you steady acting petty for

Pop out with her posse, he like, who you getting pretty for

Gotta pay the ticket just to kick it with you with the bros

Miss the hoe, cause she told me I was what she looking for

Always been a player, I throw alley-oops and pick and roll

Trafficking the package have to hit them with the give n go

Stacking up the profit, I can't even buy my bitch a Rose

Made it to the top and I just went and bought my bitch a Rolce