MAMA

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh-eh-eh (Keo)
Keo, my problems without filter (yeah, ah)
Look
99 Sound

Homie on the block, so never gonna stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She doesn't wanna see me dead
Mama wants to see me shine

So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no llama
My shooters dressing Prada

We're ready for
Bills and drama
My bro selling to have expensive clothes

I have to bill, still sleeping on the floor
Making money at night with the same
Mama in the kitchen, cooking that stew
Polishing that thing until it's smooth

Keo going up, Keo Keo got the hot shit
Foreign on the block and my buddy with chopsticks
No time for nothing, but I make it elastic
I wanna make money, be the boss like Gatsby

Hoe, hoe, wait, coming with the heat
Everyone watching, how do I do it like this
I have that shit that makes me be here
Yeah, they talking shit, they wanna be like me

Fuck it, fuck it, hit it
The king of my city
I'm with the ugly, but my girl, she calls me pretty
My girl is ready, she's bad like Riri
And my hitta's ready, she asks me like Siri

I wanna do my thing to bring down the moon
I only think about money, don't even have breakfast
I've been fasting for a week
And every night I'm the wolf that howls

Mommy, I wanna do it
I wanna achieve it now
I'm tired of seeing my brother in smuggling
I'm making money
But I'm not dreaming it
I wanna crash a Ferrari
And laugh while driving

Baby, I'm a G, even if they say I'm not
Tell me who did it like me
I'm still rough, I light a Molotov cocktail
Receiving the fruit, for money, I gotta go

Homie on the block, so never gonna stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She doesn't wanna see me dead
Mama wants to see me shine

So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no llama
My shooters dressing Prada

We're ready for
Bills and drama
My bro selling to have expensive clothes

And who would've told me, that I would get this far
My buddy couldn't make it, for my buddy RIP
Everything happens fast and I don't wanna die
Give me wings to fly, the ones they took from you

We're for this
Drugs and budget
Already with my brother a long time with what we have
I don't want more shit
I don't run from the pigs anymore
Before I was dirty, now I always look fresh

Like 50 on the block, get it, get it to the top
Buddy on the back, 'cause he's gonna hit an Opp
It's not that they're bad, it's not that they're here to kill
But as long as they're all there, nothing's gonna happen to me

Shout out to M
One love to Nelson
Dude, I swear we're gonna make it this year
I'm after the bone
Mouse with the cheese
Now we're in a thousand and we started with a couple of pesos

Rolling with a hoodie
In love with a booty
Mami, she's a freak, mami, call me cool daddy
I don't trust anymore, they just want my money
I already have a baby and she shoots like Bonnie

All for the money, daddy don't stop
We're doing trap, even my mom knows
She made the hole for me to hide my drugs
She already knows how I go out to get them

I've grown up, mom knows I've grown up
She knows I'm gonna take care of her as deserved
She knows I give more to mine than I receive
She knows that, without them, I'm the one who gets depressed

Homie on the block, so never gonna stop
Fucking with the Ops, homie never missed a shot
Mama on the block gotta make my money up
She doesn't wanna see me dead
Mama wants to see me shine

So I told her like
Mama, I don't want no drama
I don't hold no llama
My shooters dressing Prada

We're ready for
Bills and drama
My bro selling to have expensive clothes

Ey
Yeh-yeh-yeh
Shout out to M
Shout out to Nelson
Shout out to Boss
Shout out to you, my chi, who takes care of me in the street
A thank you that I'm here
Keo
To the top, bro