MOMMA TALK

Shit, his daddy fine Nah, his daddy, his momma fine, bitch What you mean? He got his looks from me You better tell this ho, this my nigga, though My ride or die, I’d kill a motherfucker over this one right here, nigga I'd stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one My son used to record me beatin' bitches’ ass, facts I didn't give a fuck I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids I didn't give a fu-am I lying? You have no reason to No If you fuck with my kids, I'll beat up kids over my kid, okay? This little boy used to run, he was scared I said, "Go get your bitch-ass mama" I would beat your whole family and didn't give a fuck They be like, "Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy" Yup, don't fuck with my kids Tyler would be like "Get 'em, mom" But she like "No, don't do it" Tyler would be like "Get ’em, mom, get ’em" "No, mom, don't do it" I’d be like "Shut yo ass up" She cryin' "Noo—" --- MOMMA TALK - Tyler, The Creator