[Intro]
Ya momma told me too
Ya moms told me
And I know your mother told you

[Verse 1]
I had just came out the county, maybe the day before
My cousin gave me a Boost, I switched the SIM then I made the call
I met her in Atlanta now I’m in New Jersey
She from uptown Bronx, my n***a early
It was probably 6ish when she text me directions
Bitch was hoggin' my minutes, shit I swear we was destined-
For something different much better than some hairy confession
Texting how she got the Brazilian and she’ll let me caress it
But we wasn’t
My favorite cousin gave me a pair of Adidas Lakers colors and some rubbers, some jawn with 7 shots and it was foreign
My Makaveli top the massive decorum, very fresh with the forums
I caught the uptown 2 and then I caught the 5
Maybe the C to the D too, who knows I ride
Soon as I got out the train I felt the premonition
This ain’t L.A. but they bangin', unnecessary trippin'
Which is the worst?
An idle mind is the devil playground in disguise, my n***a thirst
Any abundance of water, n***as is parched right in-front of the store where a n***a saw her, I lit the 'gar
She told me put it out
I asked her why and they just can’t reply
Cops in New York be getting amplified
And so she walk me like a dog to her grandma house
Some n***a by the building outside was grilling a man and mouse
I’m not for sure but there’s this n***a on the balcony approximately 7 floors up, he’s blending the alchemy
Paranoia don’t fail us now that they after me
And plus that diesel I just blew by the bodega started fucking with me too and I just knew I felt the danger
Pussy kills
Pussy killing so I still got the calm in my nerves I’m really ill-
For this type of shit
I took the shorty by her hand, told her “make me a man"
I feel I might delict
To tell my story to my youngin' when I’m older, tell 'em
"That nobody loves 'em, but ya mother n***a, hold her”
(Hold her)

[Chorus]
N***as ain’t shit
You ain’t gotta take a n***a word for it
All you gotta do is take dick
And these bitches can’t sit-
Still for a second
Cook a meal for a bredren

N***as ain’t shit
You ain’t gotta take a n***a word for it
All you gotta do is take dick
And these bitches can’t sit-
Still for a second
Cook a meal for a bredren

[Verse 2]
So now we up in the crib and the only room that's lit-
Shorty bedroom and I’m assuming it’s only too legit
I took a seat on her computer chair, she blew a kiss
Then laid face down on the down comforter, super thick
And it’s spaghetti strap was digging in her soft skin
She make me wanna bite on that ass I’m thinking of going in
Shorty jean so tight she might be jewish
I like her steez and her teeth so white, she wifey;booish
She got that carmel tone
She got that long hair
A black girl without tracks yo, what’s goin' on here?
“If it’s too good to be true then it prolly is”
That’s what my daddy said 'fore my momma told me, but there she is
There she was, surfing channels on the cable
Meanwhile, all I wanted to do was squirt this fam all on her naval
Ain’t even gotta swallow no children, I know she chillin'
Wasn’t my bitch
Would of liked to make her my woman, really
Back to the lecture at hand, I asked her if I could sit with her
She called me “come hop in this bed, you shook n***a?”
My n***a what could I do?
Soon as I laid up in the bed I heard a knock then I knew