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Lyrify.me

Mother by Travtsn Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Flashback]
Y-You gone get shot if you run up, so fuck nigga please do not run up
I got that shit make your shooter a runner, so backup when I put this gun up
Heat some shit up with the burner lil' nigga call me Tiimmy Turner

[Hook]
You all I got, holding on told I die
I gotta grind, no more tears in your eyes
You was there for my birth, gave me all that you got
Mama, I'mma return, fill up your parking lot
Cook a nigga's meat just like hamburger helper
I gotta be careful and grip on that metal
I'mma be here forever, don't matter the weather
Make sure you're happy 'til my eyelids together

[Verse 1]
Y-You gone get shot if you run up, so fuck nigga please do not run up
I got that shit make your shooter a runner, so backup when I put this gun up
Heat some shit up with the burner lil' nigga call me Tiimmy Turner
Pull out the AR, send shots to his brain--Its safe to say he's a fast learner
You ain't speaking 'bout bags, you can slide out my residence--
We only talk about presidents
Fill his face with red dots, he ain't got chicken pox--
But I swear to God he'll need some medicine
Bitch I'm on the grind, so please don't waste my time, you ain't sucking, lil' bitch, get to pedaling
Fuck with my mama, I swear it'll be drama, arrange us some beef-
Then we're settling
N-Niggas is goofy, should kick it with Mickey
Run off with my shit, double barrel meets kidney--
Blow them poles at his ass, that boy thought it was windy
He was talking so tough, now he's singing like Whitney--
Oh shit, man this Whitney right here on the beat
If he runs up, I'mma knock out his teeth
762s, double think about beef, better watch where you're stepping, I'll shoot at your feet
[Hook]
You all I got, holding on told I die
I gotta grind, no more tears in your eyes
You was there for my birth, gave me all that you got
Mama, I'mma return, fill up your parking lot
Cook a nigga's meat just like hamburger helper
I gotta be careful and grip on that metal
I'mma be here forever, don't matter the weather
Make sure you're happy 'til my eyelids together

[Verse 2]
Mix and match, bitch, like I'm Domino's
Get you a car so rare, you won't know where to go
Don't test me, nigga, I walk with the telescope
Yo' bitch from Detroit, and my bitch is from Mexico
My choppa volcanic, might just have to let it blow
Snatch up your bitch, cam her live like a periscope
I'm number 1, like my name was De'Angelo
Injure that boy make him scream for Geronimo

[Hook]
You all I got, holding on told I die
I gotta grind, no more tears in your eyes
You was there for my birth, gave me all that you got
Mama, I'mma return, fill up your parking lot
Cook a nigga's meat just like hamburger helper
I gotta be careful and grip on that metal
I'mma be here forever, don't matter the weather
Make sure you're happy 'til my eyelids together