Black Mama Whoopin'

Would never hit my mama,

You made me wanna

I use yo mama as a waitress,

I think found where your mind was

Convicted, my mama predicted when i was addicted

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

That's gettin' old plus with tha drama

I give two shits about yo mama\

Don't worry mama i remember you too

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

We about to set this bitch on fire

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

 

Cracking the whoop here comes the jail

Sent up in the spirit of the lord, lord

Pull up in a whup like that

Go to every fight like that

Tell the wicked witch, dark man came through

And all that spells got a hold on me like a whup on me

 

Whoop that whoop

Whoop that whoop

Whoop that whoop

i told you not to test me

love and give that respect

you're a big boy now?

we're goin old school

you know what?

i've been treating you like a kid

i didn't know i did

you're a grown-ass teen

don't mean to be mean

i told you not to test me

look at ya now

you got a black mama whoopin

 

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Texting my mama current self

Convicted, my mama predicted when i was addicted

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

I made her my baby mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I make music for a reason, didn't vote trump

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

But c-can't look up in that mirror

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

 

That the shoes match the foot, match the foot

Match the nail for the grip

Match the nail of the hand

With the crack of the whup

I pull up to your city and parked up in your whup

Hiding in the lane now

 

Whoop that whoop

Whoop that whoop

Whoop that whoop

i told you not to test me

love and give that respect

you're a big boy now?

we're goin old school

you know what?

i've been treating you like a kid

i didn't know i did

you're a grown-ass teen

don't mean to be mean

i told you not to test me

look at ya now

you got a black mama whoopin

 

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Would never hit my mama,

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

And daddy's in the cadillac

Our children must be taught, of africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Are almost as old as yo mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Pushing in my mama van

 

you may tell me that i'm sweet

you got problems to fix

before you meet

 

Whoop that whoop

Whoop that whoop

Whoop that whoop

i told you not to test me

love and give that respect

you're a big boy now?

we're goin old school

you know what?

i've been treating you like a kid

i didn't know i did

you're a grown-ass teen

don't mean to be mean

i told you not to test me

look at ya now

you got a black mama whoopin

 

There's so much smoke in the air, we can sense that whooping cough,

Bang your dead . so ill call jesus and tell him i killed you cause

I cough, i thought this thunder fuck was creating a mirage,

There's so much smoke in the air, we can sense that whooping cough,

You've got a bone to pick? then make that shit like my lines, picket,

I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket