TrapperMan Dale – Momma Told Me Lyrics

Anybody that got to get up and go f*ck with another nigga
Every goddamn day to get him some goddamn money 
Sit around all day long 
You a straight up hoe 
And you gonna snitch 

Trap 
Trap
Trap
Let the band play
Shit we talking bags, I need me a boat
I'm married to money, we just got eloped 
I got dirt on my heart, I ain't using no soap
Slidin through traffic, codeine on my soda
I'm smokin on Cali 
My bae come from Oakland , she can get tragic 
I make it happen, you said you fronted who a hal-key of that what
I seen him going crazy, that nigga at Magic's 
We flip a script, like I'm flipping gymnastics 
I'm flipping whatever's left in the attic 
Mt kitchen off limits 
My momma been bitching 
She know we use soda way more than addicts  
Look, Glock came extended no cap
Bus shit out the rap
I'm a trapper, no cap 
1st an the 3rd, I ain't seeing  no sleep 
See them checks hit at 12th
I'm knee deep in the trap 
Told you about showing them young niggas shit 
They done run off again, A big worm finna snap 
I'm on the west where the shuck game good
Aint no telling what you might have seen coming back 

Huh 
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living 
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget 
Huh 
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living 
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget 
Turn me a slight, to a midget let's get it
My sac came in raw, my lil nigga gonna fill it 
My bitch down to drive, we can't smoke till we get it 
My nigga need stripes in the pen, and im with it 
Speak with your chest when you speak to the kid 
I done split purpl codeine all over my kicks 
2500 a P, and it's hitting 
Pull to the yo, cause I still brought it with me 
Damn near took a loss, I high speed in a rental 
Took me a trip just to see who was sending 
I'm catching plays I aint catching no feelings 
I'll shoot out the roof and won't stop till it's empty 
Beefin don't bring in no money, you tripping 
Crack two of my jars trying test my little bitch 
I can't cheat on my wrist
I'm too close to a 6 
Momma told me to get up and go get it 
I had to muscle my way on some fetty
I'm still staking lettuce a product of nothing 
Reach if you want, you gonna need you a reverend 
I'm still in the mix, I'm reup by 7
Street nigga, I'm catching bites on a sunday 
Street2Street i'll pop at your top like it's nothing 
I come from nothing, this shit can get ugly 
I won't trust a soul when I'm dealing with money 

Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living 
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget 
Momma told me go get it
Momma told me go get it
I'd rather be dead, then broke out here living 
I turn me a 4 to a 9 to a midget 

With that bullshit, then come out and play like you tough
Ain't got no money, can't play your way into the club 
Can't buy ya no motherfucking beer
Dick holding motherfucker 
You need to break ya neck, and go to the penitentiary
Cause you a sorry motherfucker
Penitentiary don't even want you