Mommworld Cypher

Eelara
These boys movin' mad fam, init?
Aye, Kurtains, do that lil' ting you be doing init?
Oh, you know me, init
I got dippers, flickers
Pussy, k4, p4, m4, and
Gods land in a spliff, free bro, Dalton, he’s missed
Gods land in a spliff, next time don’t talk that shit
Mans talk real sad, down there ching him real bad (Ching 'em, ching 'em)
When they speak to, but they want his soul in his fucking flats (Fucking
boring)
Ask what I’m smoking on, I’m smoking heavy
All my men out there with the big ass swords out 7/11 (Out 7/11)
Had to go out country, don’t ask me 'bout the things I do
If I come with the food, just know that it ain’t for you
If he acting weird I’ma check him like mic, one, two, one, two
Don’t come inside my business, 'cause my man down be chinging yutes
boys see me and they do the dash, 'cause they know I’m after the cash
Thirty got chinged up and Thirty that’s fuckin' sad (Fucking cry)
Slid down on the one, two, five, I ching him and his dad
Come over here with your waps and I guarantee you’re walking out sad
boys see me and they do the dash, 'cause they get to see me clutching the match
(I'm clutching the match)
When your man walk with the boars I have my men walk in with the mats
Mommworld and we closing the borders, you ain’t getting in 'cause you going out
sad
Don’t come 'round here if you’re a tourist, man down slap, they make you mad
(They make you mad)
I’m 'bout to talk to 'em
Pass me the fuckin' mic fam
I’m with p4rkr in London
Big man, take me for ransom
I’m 'bout bust a nut, no cum, cum
I ain’t stupid, I ain’t no dumb dumb
Bad ting, bad call my phone, fam
Came inside the coupe, hell no, fam
I’m supposed to be a stand
Hit the jugg now I feel like KanKan
Uh
They fuck with man, damn, they be snaking (Boo, boo)
Heaven, they be peggin'
Put ten quit on your head (Free Uzi)
So I work for the payment
Percs and, they are for the belly
Man, damn, they is not failing
Uh, talk that shit we get
Do not talk to the feds
Uh, dead man beef over female
Dead man call from retail
Dead man be too chatty, we move the packs off through the email
Move that mighty
Do chat to feds, we give 'em ching, we give 'em smiley
Aye, free man Dalton
We gon' take your chain, yeah, clap man down, yeah, I know that he know that
Pussy will talk online, this is real shit, this is real combat
Ask your team where I am, yeah, she knows 'cause I’m tapping on that
Yeah, she knows 'cause I’m driving Honda
Smoke that pack, I ain’t talking bout Luvback
Luvback a pedo, but shout out Luvback
man, just love that
Your bitch, she love me, know she love that
I just stabbed this man, they love that
Love the gang, you know we conquer
Ching your stummy, give you hunger
Come like that, you don’t want contact
DOA, he fuckin' bonkers
Pulled up to the man and think he want issues
'Boutta make his mom cry, yeah, whole fam need tissues
Whole block, can you see me?
Keep it down there no
Walk around, blood, no Squeegee
Watch for the red, no 3D
Aye, I’m gonna murder mans
Aye, shout out to young Kurtains, man
Leave his shell like a turtle, man
Aye, you in there just like Urkle, man (Okay)
Aye, he talk down on me, guarantee we gon' check 'em
I got spliff inside this backpack, boy, I’m smocking on Beckham
Yeah
Blue man, no six shots, we smokin' six strong
We don’t play with man, don’t play kickoff
Aye, he a random, he deal, we hit a lick off
Yeah, put a knife in his throat, yeah, he can’t breathe
Aye, she said, «Take off your clothes»
She in love with me
Tryna take down, they can’t fuck with me
She said, «Come back Ways,» she want more of me
Take down my songs, take down your whole mans block
I’m the badman, badman, badman, bullets gon' fly like Batman
Nigga you don’t want no beef, you don’t want smoke like a deadman
I’m a fucking psychopath,
When you talk, talk, all that lip, you disappear like a phantom
Bruv think way too handsome, he can get held for the ransom
Man
Shit jokes
Shit jokes, init?
Pull up with the man damn, them choppas, that shit gon' poke (Brr, bah, bah,
bah)
Anyting look real bad, bitches snorting up coke (White, white)
Wasteman talk that shit, so we put him in a moat (Rest in peace)
Ha, kick him to my ends, now we had to put his ass on the road
You a snitch, bruv, you an inner
Your mums, bitch, she a spinner
Go to your house and I’ll eat some dinner
Call up blood, yeah, we gonna end ya
Move in the night, know that we gon' lurk
5−0 'round, know we stay alert
Man talk reckless, he gon' get hurt
Bruv best watch 'cause shit gon' get worse
Do not play with me like that, bruv
Do not play with me, man
Huh, yeah
Break that chit chat, cunt, we up to sum
, no chips, we fuckin' come here (That's true)
Ching 'em, there ain’t no running
Crew up on your ass, we out in London (We are)
Buck 'em down with a stick, but I don’t got
This real Rick Owens, you can
Why you doing this shit man?
Send him to Hell (Okay)
Put him in a spliff man, that man don’t tell
Free Dalton, man, free Dalton man
I got dippers, flickers
Pussy, k4, p4, m4, and
Gods land in a spliff, free bro, Dalton, he’s missed
Gods land in a spliff, next time don’t talk that shit
Mommworld
I don’t fuck with backpack
Run around killing my man down
Posted with Kurtains and you know that we smokin' crackpack
we don’t fuck with these hoes, since you gotta pay your lil' snapback
I ain’t aiming the Glock at your asscrack
Say you the shit, lil' man, you can’t have that
You ain’t, gotta quack, quack
Posted with Ways and we toting the mac, mac
Smoking on, we gonna kill a lil' pedo
He shooting his shot with these children, but it was a freethrow
I’m with his lil' psycho girlfriend, she giving me deepthroat
With the whole gang like
Sending these bullets, shout out to my PO
Walk in the bank laughing, Key and Peele, oh
With that boy, and Ways, we’re the trio