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Nyah
I couldn´t have picked no worser of a baby mama, ha-ha, uh
ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia, long live $cam

R.I.P. Chris, you ain´t too  (Ayy)
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 splat her
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 naturals way badder
I hope she runs into a diamond tester wearin´ lab diamonds

I´d damn near shoot her crib every time I pass by it
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
Nyah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, nyah-nyah
(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 raw that 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