Baby Mama Drama

I said this baby mama drama got me grinding for a dollar
Win this beat, gotta keep that hammer in my hand just like your honor
Nigga be hatin', 'cause I’m poppin'
They tighter than vaginas
And I got that tool on me bitch I ain’t talking 'bout no pliers
Nigga, fuck you talkin' ‘bout
I hit your leg, you doo-doo walk it out
Makin' money and makin' 'em mad is what I’m all about
Shooters in the front and in the back I got ‘em all around
Y’all niggas be drippin', when I walk you hear that water sound
I’m on it, I don’t put nobody on it in this bitch
Quiet storm when I perform
It’s like it’s pourin' in this bitch
I’m Sha Mula, be chillin' like I’m Jordan on the bench
These niggas be ballin', I’m tryin' to see some scoring in this bitch
And I’m automatically gonna make you mad at me
When I got that bag on me
She got a sweet tooth, go in the mouth she’s catching cavities
Tragedy. Niggas really out here lookin' raggedy
Them niggas in the front got my back just like a battery
Gangsta shit. Don’t make me take the bitch
Not all her face and lips
I beat the pussy up, told her friends that I was dangerous
I came to get to get fucking paper, bitch
I don’t need no paper clip
I came to get my cake. I’m in the kitchen, bitch, I’m baking it
Nigga, fuck what they be thinkin'
These l’il niggas be shrinkin'
Got a bitch that’s Puerto Rican, she tryin' to eat up the penis
I’m ballin'. L’il bitch I feel like Gilbert Arenas
When I pull up with that Tommy, ain’t no Martin, it ain’t no Gina, bitch
I mean this shit. Niggas post it up and, we ain’t deletin' shit
All my diamonds Rocky, hittin' like Apollo Creed and shit
You seen me with a couple bad bitches I be sleepin' with
Bitch I got the juice, I’m ‘bout to have these bitches drinkin' it
So little shorty come to the crib if she a little horny
This little shorty really gonna ride me like a little pony
I’m feeling like a Montana, call me little Tony
Th' fuck wrong with y’all niggas? I’ll wait but I’m a little bony
So what it lookin' like, y’all niggas ain’t lookin' right
These niggas ain’t lookin' fly, and these niggas ain’t bookin' flights
And if it’s war, I might just pull up with them Brooklyn guys
We boss niggas, y’all lost niggas, y’all soft niggas like pudding pie