Look Like My Mama (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

[00:03.09] Yeah (One, two, three, let's go)

[00:04.08] Bitch, I look just like my mama

[00:05.14] Tick-tick, time to heat it up like a sauna

[00:07.26] Your negro hit cha-cha, lil' dance like La Bamba

[00:09.65] Thumper might drop if I stomp in these Converse

[00:12.05] Why are you mad, lil' bitch? Get some commas

[00:14.17] Pitty-pat pockets lookin' celiac, kitty fat

[00:16.83] Ayy, Chike, bro, let's bring the city back

[00:18.95] Really that guy (Hmm), what he really on?

[00:20.81] Shit, for now, call me Mr. Hundred Million, goddamn

[00:23.47] Bet a bitch get tired before I stop throwin' money

[00:26.14] Bitch, this thuggin' in my veins, don't need it tatted on my stomach

[00:28.00] Dawg call it pita bread, big bag, I mean hummus

[00:30.39] Never stress about a bitch, I re-up in three months

[00:32.78] Then I take one step back, and ten forward

[00:35.44] I let niggas copy me, copy that, 10-4

[00:37.30] Hoes sent, send the text, these hoes weak, send more, nigga (One, two, three, let's go)

[00:42.07] Bitch, I'm sorry, snuck it in the party

[00:45.27] Said you're getting guap, niggas lyin' like safari

[00:47.65] Hate when a bird ask questions, like, "What are we?"

[00:49.78] Got me runnin' with that long stick in hand like Sha'Carri (Uh)

[00:52.96] P-noid, I don't play 'round

[00:55.09] Brodie said he'll swing and slide for me, he a playground (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[00:57.48] Bitch, I'm too rich to use a Zelle or a PayPal

[00:59.34] I stuff so many bitches in the Rolls, shit a Greyhound (Hm)

[01:02.02] I dot my I's but I'll never cross my nigga T (Nigga)

[01:04.41] They just starin' 'cause they scared, you know how niggas be

[01:06.80] You hittin' send on a Tweet, nigga, hit the streets

[01:09.19] I wake up and thank God for makin' me what I'm meant to be

[01:11.58] I don't even play fair, niggas know what's up

[01:13.96] Catch a opp in the club, might blow it up

[01:16.36] I'm from the land, where you from? Nigga, throw it up (One, two, three, let's go)

[01:20.88] Ayy, ayy, baby, I'm the keyboard killer, tour seat filler

[01:23.27] Mr. New Ting in the G4 with her

[01:25.65] Big feet, big league, you's a D4 nigga

[01:28.04] Me and Jasper, the purple and gold floor sitter

[01:30.70] Errybody sittin' front row ain't a fan

[01:33.09] Errybody that you cool with ain't ya mans

[01:35.49] Niggas jealous of me, still shook my momma hand

[01:37.88] Fuck all that business, under ten toes, I stand, nigga

[01:40.27] Bitch, I smell like new money, yeah, sponsor shoe money

[01:42.66] In her throat like Throat Coat, tea bags and two honeys

[01:45.05] Only do what niggas dream of or can't even imagine

[01:47.44] Try to throw me off my pivot but the check say New Balance

[01:49.83] Let me loose, huh, let me through

[01:52.22] Hoppin' the fence to the top, T came gave me a boost

[01:54.34] Niggas boof, chop the deuce, I do movies, you do spoofs

[01:57.27] Consider this shit easy math the way I calculate my moves, uh (One, two, three, let's go)

[01:59.39] Ayy, nigga, CHROMAKOPIA, I had my guard down

[02:01.78] Crackers tried to say I only rap about my cars now

[02:03.37] I'm the only one who left the block and turned the car 'round

[02:05.76] And picked my niggas up, sorry if I'm tryna bar out

[02:08.42] Stop judgin' buddy loss if you don't show him ways of winnin'

[02:11.35] Stop sayin', "Free the homie," if you know that nigga did it

[02:13.74] Is it ballot or the bullet? 'Cause I'm votin' for the killin'

[02:15.86] We gon' burn this bitch down, put the fire to the ceilin', nigga, uh

[02:18.78] Bitch, you know it's first Sunday like Katt Williams

[02:21.18] Blow her back out, then I hit it while her back healin'

[02:23.57] Catch 'em out back, backdoor 'em, then I'm back chillin'

[02:25.95] Weak bitch, peaked in high school, can't get back that feelin', uh

[02:28.34] Yeah, that's right, the wanna DAZN, box me in

[02:31.53] But I ain't going without a fight

[02:33.13] Bitch, the whip so white, I had to let it read my rights

[02:35.51] It be the niggas I'm better than sayin' they can't see the hype, tough (One, two, three, let's go)

[02:37.91] Ayy, ayy, my mama prayed for me, but I still keep blammer (Yup)

[02:40.30] Your bitch is not bad, you just have low standards

[02:42.42] I'm him, bow down, nigga, where is your manners? (Come on)

[02:45.08] When I walk in, phone down, I don't like cameras (Come on)

[02:46.93] If that big fella catch you, I can't help you

[02:49.33] I'm Santa, got a big bag with a elf, too

[02:51.72] Two car keys, seven M's on the belt loop

[02:54.65] And I skrrt off, tires smell like I melt boot, big feet

[02:57.03] Big Chike, bitch, I got big dick

[02:59.16] Your attitude don't match your pockets, wait a minute, big ick, ugh

[03:01.55] Been called the blitz, she turned around, hit stick, ugh

[03:03.93] Career on tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom

[03:06.59] I got way too much confidence for a bitch

[03:09.26] I got way too much chip and dip on a hoe

[03:11.38] I got way too much, I can't keep it on the low, hm

[03:13.76] I got way too much, huh, I got way too much