Mama, Im a Man - Hot Sugar, Antwon, Big Baby Gandhi

I’m a dunn dunn

He got a stun gun

He pull it on a pussy nigga

To show where we come from

I ain’t really tripping

I’m nine pints deep

I don’t let him sleep over

Cause he might kill me in my sleep

I’ll pull up in that Honda

You mob around in Miatas

I work all day like your father

At night, we eatin' tostadas

I’m doing good, my pasta got 4 cheeses

You cheesy if you think you working harder than me, bitch

Hot sugar, black coffee

I’m in the Denali with three hoes, looking ungodly

Fuck 'em all doggy

They style’s all soggy

Already forgot 'em cause my mind’s kinda foggy

I’m that shiesty dude, that you already know

Laying with your ho

She like ice cream and cracked wheat bagels

Pretty young dyke on my cellphone

Walking limp, triple 6

With a dime trick, got 'em sucking dick

No coogi for the suitor

You try to play her out?

She ratchet

So the ho might shoot ya

My soul glow flow glisten YOLO ho listen slow-mo Odo

Deep-space shape-shift heat wave Asics commercials

Me so commercial, tight keep circle, tight pants Urkel

Unh, flask of Henny in the suit

Becky in the coupe

Now she wanna spoon like Jewish Eddie for the soup

I’m watchin belly on the mute

Slow pan out king-size bed fly bitch malamute

Busted — it say Danner on the boot

Hot Sugar be the white David Banner on the loop

Big Baby like the brown Betty Boop with the alley-oop

Bam — we aimin' on these bitches

Old dip no shit slow flow, so remarkable when I spit it

Ah, fuck yall if yall ain’t wit it

We aimin' on these bitches

My flow butter hear the words that I utter

Burn rappers like herbs that I puff up

Burn like Quarans in the south

Your mom’s in my mouth

Left ya sister with the lip blister

strippers flippin through the pictures

Tripping on the textures

Hologram, holla for a gram, holla at ya man

All I had was a dollar and a plan

Now I’ma tell my mama I’m a man