Tyler, The Creator - MOMMA TALK lyrics

[Spoken Word: Louisa Whitman & Tyler, The Creator] His daddy fine, I'm fine, what you thought? sh*t, his daddy fine Nah, his daddy, his momma fine, b*tch What you mean? He got his looks from me You better tell this ho, this my ni**a, though My ride or die, I’d kill a motherfu*ker over this one right here, ni**a I'd stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one My son used to record me beatin' b*tches’ ass, facts I didn't give a fu*k 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 fu*k 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 b*tch-ass mama" I would beat your whole family and didn't give a fu*k They be like, "Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy" Yup, don't fu*k 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"