[Chorus: Shy Gawdly]
I think lil' mama a fan
Every time I come around she trying to do things
All in my ear talking about she love me
Trying to give me mood swings
No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan
See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late
Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith
I think lil' mama a fan
Every time I come around she trying to do things
All in my ear talking about she love me
Trying to give me mood swings
No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan
See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late
Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

[Verse 1: Millyz]
I think lil' mama a groupie
Telling me lies it don't move me
I'm in my zone two three
Designer my body I'm too fleek
Designer her body she bougiee
All of my verses is disrespectful
I feel like Gucci
She better find herself or she gonna lose me (Don't get lost)
Bitch don't confuse me
Racks in my pocket denim is Tsubi
My life is a movie
Slide on ya block wet it Jacuzzi
Pop me a bean I'm feeling groovy
Off of the lean I was just woozy
Bitch you don't love me you love the jewelry
[Chorus: Shy Gawdly]
I think lil' mama a fan
Every time I come around she trying to do things
All in my ear talking about she love me
Trying to give me mood swings
No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan
See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late
Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith
I think lil' mama a fan
Every time I come around she trying to do things
All in my ear talking about she love me
Trying to give me mood swings
No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan
See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late
Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Pablo
I just been trying to avoid all these groupies
Back back in '03 when I had on a Coogie
Them bitches wouldn't even act like they knew me
See them they single remind me of loosies
N***as ain't on them nobody was choosing
She got her ass done took a picture for the net and her body was ruined
I wouldn't try to pursue it she got a gram but she ain't got a hustle
You ain't bout nothing, think about when I touch you
I can just let one of the homies come fuck you
I do not know you so I do not trust you
Came from Atlanta I gotta call trouble
N***as probably had you all on the covers
N***as probably had you working a double
[Chorus: Shy Gawdly]
I think lil' mama a fan
Every time I come around she trying to do things
All in my ear talking about she love me
Trying to give me mood swings
No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan
See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late
Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith
I think lil' mama a fan
Every time I come around she trying to do things
All in my ear talking about she love me
Trying to give me mood swings
No I ain't cuffin nothing I gotta plan
See how they talkin I'm gonna be the man lil' mama it's too late
Fuck around I might hop in a new Wraith