Baby Mums Crib

(专辑： Back To Square One - 2023)

[M Huncho:]
(Quincy, tell 'em)
Mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib
I'm at your baby mum's crib

I'm at your baby mother's crib
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge
Get a CapriSun, man, I know that it's your kid's
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit
Don't need a switch
Finger real itchy, I need physio again
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio" again
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again

[Digga D:]
Step-daddy Digga, handsome-ass nigga
Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner
Twenty bullets in my pistol, I ain't carrying a spinner
You know everything over here is bigger
I couldn't pick between them hoes, so I had them both
Why buy a bitch some flowers? She already got a rose
Make her feel special, buy her shoes and buy her clothes
Keep it on the low, I hope that we don't get exposed
I don't beef over women, G, don't make me mad
Tell 'em, "Chill, I don't wanna blam your baby-dad" (Bah, bah, bah)
God, if I told you I was trying, I'll be lying
'Cause you know that I'm the reason niggas aren't going sober
Heart got so cold, it must be frozen
I rather that than give it to a lil' ho and get it broken
Don't worry 'bout the backdoor, they left the windows open
I climbed in and bust the front door for my brodem

[M Huncho:]
I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a CapriSun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio" again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again

Huncho, uh
Bankrolls all in this house
Plants get cropped
.45, don't get shot (Don't get shot, pussy)
Can't be my buddy if you snitch and you told
And I got some new teeth but I didn't need a mold
Oud on the cologne
Whole thing she can dig around, you won't get gold, bitch
Used to dream for a fix, then, I went and got that
Traphouse boom every day of the week
And there's never really time when you're calling, we ain't got that
Every since I clocked in, I ain't never clocked out
Still got brothers locked in, time to let the thugs out
I was gonna lose the trap and fully go leg'
But, I got my stash at you baby mum's crib

I'm at your baby mother's crib (Yeah)
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge (Yeah, yeah)
Get a CapriSun, man, I know that it's your kid's (Yeah, yeah)
Sorry for the drama, but his mama let me in
I like pistols, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Don't need a switch (Nah)
Finger real itchy, I need physio again (Yeah)
Fuck her one time, now it's, "Cheerio" again (Yeah)
Six-one-nine your bitch, Rey Mysterio again
Again