[Hook: Ev. B & Trav]
I could put that on my momma
I ain't never been a bitch taking fades never been shit
I could put that on my momma
And I ain't worried bout a bitch young n***a fell in love with the chip
I could put that on my momma
I ain't never gon' change till I die Ima always be the same
I could put that on my momma
And get money is the gang but Blood its family over anything

[Verse 1: Trav]
I put that on my momma I could yo ass chipped
I put that on my momma that yo bitch on Trav dick
I seen paperwork on homies I grew up and passed with
And in this rap game Im first in the draft pick
Trynna make it to the top but my haters hoping I fall
Plotting on a gang of houses cruising scoping em all
Im the center of attention yeah Im holding the ball
Tell yo crew to line it up garuntee I fold em all
Im a denver lane n***a P hats and red laces
Homies is taking L's catching them fed cases
Gunshots yellow tape a dead patient
Trynna bring em back to life they pumping his chest shaking
I put that on my momma all my homies do dirt
If you try to gun play me n***a Ima shoot first
I told courtney fuck these hoes girl just know that you first
On my momma we some savages my hood is too turnt