SmokePurpp - Mama I'll Be Back lyrics

{chorus: smokepurpp} Hop up on the porsche, i was looking for racks Told my mama don't worry I'll be right back Now i walk with lit, with the racks in my pants I'm smoking on dope Got the mid in my {?} I had to go and get it myself (yeah) Smoking on cookie sh*t, tall shelf (ooh) All my b*tches ten, tall shelf I took the glizzy inside my belt (brr, brr) I had to go and get it myself Smoking on cookie sh*t, tall shelf (yeah) All my b*tches ten, tall shelf I took the glizzy inside my belt (boh, boh, boh, boh) {verse 1: smokepurpp} ni**as trippin' on me, how you shoot lace {?} pocket, blueface (yeah) Hit the b*tch with pole, blueface (b*tch) And i ran with the stick, fu*k a new case (breh) If you fu*k on my b*tch, you can havе it in (yeah) 100 racks in the back, 100 evidеnce (racks) Have a b*tch {?}, she fill it in (ooh) She comes back with the money, i'm diving in (diving) Got a house in the mouse, can't go broke again fu*k his bens with his garbage, i'm drankaning (breh) Drive these hoes, they are high Yeah, they breaking him (boh, boh, boh) All my young ni**as shoot, they training it (boh, boh, boh) People watch my wrist, prudential to president My ni**as gon' stack, don't give a fu*k who i asked I can't beef with these ni**as They not on my love And i can't fu*k with shawty, cause' shawty a teller {chorus: smokepurpp} Hop up on the porsche, i was looking for racks Told my mama don't worry I'll be right back Now i walk with lit, with the racks in my pants I'm smoking on dope Got the mid in my {?} I had to go and get it myself (yeah) Smoking on cookie sh*t, tall shelf (ooh) All my b*tches ten, tall shelf I took the glizzy inside my belt (brr, brr) I had to go and get it myself Smoking on cookie sh*t, tall shelf (yeah) All my b*tches ten, tall shelf I took the glizzy inside my belt (boh, boh, boh, boh) {verse 2: tto k.t.} It's bout' 3, i put the racks on my fees She want me too, i make the wave Oh, yeah, so fly, got you the- Wanna see me down fu*k ni**a, i can't go, i said This ain't kindergarten Bt bust got no name tag But got no one who passes the fridge I'm sippin' it for the dinner She thinks she's a motherfu*king cheese I fu*k like i'm fresh up for the brees When i get to the bank, i ain't going, no Catching the din, they know it's me but they know it's not I put the will like she print, they now showing us She brought the penny, bih, too old enough Hop on the porsche, now i hopped on the who*e {?} sauce I spreece for no open, no, i don't tell you my spore I hop in the bent for 2 racks in the mid {chorus: smokepurpp} Hop up on the porsche, i was looking for racks Told my mama don't worry I'll be right back Now i walk with lit, with the racks in my pants I'm smoking on dope Got the mid in my {?} I had to go and get it myself (yeah) Smoking on cookie sh*t, tall shelf (ooh) All my b*tches ten, tall shelf I took the glizzy inside my belt (brr, brr) I had to go and get it myself Smoking on cookie sh*t, tall shelf (yeah) All my b*tches ten, tall shelf I took the glizzy inside my belt (boh, boh, boh, boh)