Momma don't cry no more
This time ima get it for for nights i been poor
Momma i dont wanna lie no more
U would hug me an I hope u dont feel my 44
Momma i dont wanna ride no more
But they rather see me gone they dont want me on tour
But this clip is full with grains give that block a sand storm
And my hittas full of rage
I dont need a plan for em I just stand for em


When i got low my guns blasted
Yungin getting money riding out in high fashion
He dont eat he fasting sleeping need a mattress
Reaching for my crotch like micheal jackson
But I aint dancing 40 by my hamstring
Bitch I'm back now I'm everlasting
I think those lil ops gas him
Light that boy up with a matchstick
But this shit got 30
Gang aint never worried
That bitch way to flirty
I wished that she curved me
I know u gon hurt me
But ops oh they wont hurt me
He wont hurt me
His block is full of fucking bitches
And the game is full of snitches
We cant shoot no innocent
But we cant leave a witness
That why when we get em
Play his section like a scrimmage
We don't shot no missing
Making sure we get him like
just like bitches my block it got extensions
That shit it been a curse ain't no lucky number 7
We put him in a hurst aint no tweaking through a message
Dgc we winning put the W in weapon
Shooting out the mustang riding out in denim eh
Killa just like scarface but he dont do cacaine
Gassed him up like propane
So we brought a match stick
But this one got 30 dont think u can match this


Momma don't cry no more
This time ima get it for for nights i been poor
Momma i dont wanna lie no more
U would hug me an i hope u dont feel my 44
Momma i dont wanna ride no more
But they rather see me gone they dont want me on tour
But this clip its full with grains give that block a sand storm
And my hittas full of rage
I dont need a plan for em I just stand for em