Nah
I couldn't have picked no worser of a baby mama, man, uh
$hitty Boys, Dog$hit Militia, long live $cam
R.I.P. Chris, you ain't too, heh
Hey
I hope my BM gets super glued to some train tracks
I hope a rapper flies her out of town in a plane crash
Man, I hope she dies at birth, oops, I ain't say that
I'ma pull up to her funeral just to hit the Blade dance
I hope my BM know she been out tryna find no stepdaddy
I'ma pull a Drummond in this house just like a pep rally
I hope she gets AIDS, herpes, and Ebola
I hope she goes to a picnic and bugs fly all in her soda
My BM ain't no better than these hoes, they slimier than cola
I hope she jumps onto the couch with knives all under the sofa
I hope my BM opps get to drop and do that to her
I'm tryna find my BM's cousin's Gram, so I can do that to her
I hope she orders her a Uber in the Lyft crash
We ain't worried 'bout her big brothers 'cause we whip asses
Whoever on her ass, I hope you get your get-backs
Don't even need no money, I'll tell you where the bitch at
Shit, I'm finna pay my hitman to wig splatter
I hope she walks around by herself and sees a kidnapper
I hope the bitch ends up in a natural disaster
I hope she knows that my new bitch natural's way better
I hope she runs into a diamond tester wearin' lab diamonds
I'd damn near shoot her crib, but every time I pass by
I wish I wouldn't have shot the club, but that shit backfired
If you tryna find out who my BM is, check rap finder
I hope it crawls from out the wall and a rat bites her
My BM ball once a year, that bitch a tax-timer
I hope she wakes up in hell wearin' some gas drawers
Zero motion, I wish she stopped thinkin' she was Kash Doll
I hope they put some fentanyl in her Starbucks in Chipotle
I hope they put ingredients to poison ivy in her Olay
I hope she accidentally think her pepper spray's some Colgate
All them crazy-ass paragraphs, I just tell her, "Okay"
I hope her hair vendor scams her
I hope that bitch takes her helmet off on Saturn
I hope she takes a bleach bath with a box of jellyfish
She get full custody, she on some not-ready shit
Ya know, fuck her whole entire family
Fuck that bitch daddy, fuck that bitch granny
Fuck that bitch auntie
I ain't worried 'bout them long as my kid happy
I ain't worried 'bout my BM long as my bitch happy
I hope her tampon ends up bein' a grenade
I hope that she don't do the crime but ends up in the chains
Huh, no fakin'
Nah
I hope the day after that she gives birth, she ends up in a grave
Nah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, Nah-nah
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
I don't really give a fuck, you can fuck my baby mama
Yeah-ha
Ghetto boy shit, nigga, ghetto, gaffle boy shit
I hate my baby mama, she don't know I'm rich
I hope the bitch fall down the steps when she get eight months pregnant
I hope the baby live but the bitch die
When she die, I ain't payin' for the funeral, do a fish fry
Bitch, bye
I hate the way your pussy wet but the shit dry
I be havin' fun laughin', but I always make the bitch cry
I hope she bump into a UFC fighter and have a fistfight
I hate the bitch so much, I don't even know her wrist size
I think the bitch doin' cocaine, why she got big eyes?
If you hate your baby mama, hold your hand up
Twenty racks on me, all dubs hold my pants up
I'll paralyze the bitch, make her stand up
I'll kidnap the bitch and make her snort a hunnid grams of
Some fentanyl
I wouldn't even help the bitch if she was finna fall, alright
Told my son, "Step on the crack, break your mama back"
I'm the fuckin' president, I got Obama racks
I made my first M and didn't know how to act
I showed the bitch a million dollars, but she got a rack
Walked out the baby shower like, "Bitch, I got a rack"
Lil' bro, pop the bitch for me and tell me where you shot her at
The bitch know I'm rich, that is not cap
The bitch shot my car up, but she got shot back
I can't sleep around this bitch, I think she got a strap
I really hate my baby mama, this is not a act
Fuck my baby mama, fuck the baby drama
I hope she buy a zip from the weed man
I hope she buy a zip from the weed man, he take a AV out it
I hope Walmart run out of baby bottles
I ain't fuck her, but I put somethin' on her and made her holler
Bitch got some weak pussy, ain't worth eighteen dollars
Bitch still ain't leveled up, she in the same Impala
Let her wear Burberry to the baby shower
And I came Prada, I got two baby mamas
And I made 'em split the same dollar
For real, shit, I love my, uh
Not the first one, the second baby mama
Broke bitch's requested cash app for eighty dollars
I'm finna send it to her, then dispute the charges
I'm in a Lamb' truck, this bitch ain't got the newest Chargers
She in the XTX, I'm in the SXT
Snuck a bitch a Xanax and made her go to sleep
I got another ho pullin' up for Keeks to beat
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
Mama and her brother and his baby mama
Did another bitch raw, I got another baby problem
This bitch tried to put me on child support
I say I got it, she say I got it, but I don't got it
Told the judge that I'm broke as fuck, I ain't got no wallet
This bitch salty, ain't she?
Like when my son was born, damn near fought the baby
That's how much I hate her
I hope the bitch fuck so many niggas, pussy turned to a crater
Yeah, I met the bitch eight years ago, but I hated her as a sixth-finger
I hit ten hoes right at night, I can't believe the bitch made it
She a lucky bitch, but, uh
I really hate the ho, but I love the bitch
I hate when she call me by my government
Uh, this bitch really had to call the government
Put the police in my motherfuckin' business
