[Intro: glaive]

H-hi, Dopa, haha

Mommworld

I miss you, Angel

DOA

[Chorus: ericdoa]

Ayy, mami's got an attitude

Put your money where your mouth is

Show you what them racks do

And you talkin' out his neck, man

Pussy, I'ma slap you

Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah

Something like a tattoo

Ayy, mami's got an attitude

Put your money where your mouth is

Show you what them racks do

And you talkin' out his neck, man

Pussy, I'ma slap you

Thinkin' 'bout leaving money,, yeah

Something like a tattoo

[Verse 1: ericdoa]

Ayy, that boy is a weirdo, he ain't making no moves

Bitch, I'm posted up with oaf1, we-we make sure he don't move

DOA, he poppin', all that shit some old news

Throwin' hands with this pussy, guarantee I'm gonna fold you

Sippin' Henny out the bottle, bitch, I'm walking dead

Yeah, it's too loud inside the function, can't hear what ya said

Pitfall got the M4, guarantee that boy aiming for heads

Be careful how you move, boy, you're still hanging by a thread, uh

[Verse 2: blackwinterwells]

Hanging by a thread, off this potion

But I'm still not dead

Don't know what you meant, got more money

I'm still counting it

G-G-Got a band flipping sugar pills (No refunds)

Push some daffodils

I might run up that hill (And what?) And make a deal (Ah)

Running in circles for fun, don't need anyone

I'm on my own now, I'm a ghost now

You're not allowed

I'm sitting on my throne

Nowhere else to go (Calm down)

You know that's how I like it

I can't deal with you

You're so sad, incapable of bettering yourself

I told you, just go to Hell

[Chorus: ericdoa]

Ayy, mami's got an attitude

Put your money where your mouth is

Show you what them racks do

And you talkin' out his neck, man

Pussy, I'ma slap you

Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah

Something like a tattoo

[Verse 3: Wido]

Lookin' at the stars at the roof

Lookin' at my scars in my room

Bitch, I'm Wido, I'm with fuckin' DOA

I'm with kurtains, run away

Fuckin' stuttering away

Way, way, yeah, my boys down like, oh, fuck

How could I think you were my right hand?

Like kurtains with artillery Smokin' on that lemon sweet

You know there's no remedy

Slash and slash their nose until they bleed

Push-push-push-push a screwdriver through my knees

I hope you don't feel the peace

Screwdriver through your knees

Please, I can't stop, no, please

[Verse 4: Grandee]

Pull up with the sticks, yeah

I don't wanna fist fight

I keep my glizz, yeah

Fucking with that bitch, yeah

I be fucking with that bitch

See the picture, yeah

Suckin' on my dick, bitch

You don't want no drama

Talkin' all this shit while I'm busy countin' commas

Messing with the clique

Then you crying to your momma

Smokin' on that big pack, feeling a lot of trauma

[Chorus: ericdoa]

M-Ma-Mami's got an attitude

Put your money where your mouth is

Show you what them racks do

And you talkin' out his neck, man

Pussy, I'ma slap you

Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah

Something like a tattoo

[Verse 5: quinn]

You focused on me, better get a bag

'Til I drag your ass to the back and you won't come back

​Silver is the team, living dreams

Countin' hella creams

Steam running the steams, smokin' green

Talking through a screen

I don't wanna talk so don't hit me on my cellphone

Ask me for a feature, I'ma tell your ass, "Hell no"

Pop out of the cut, with a cutter saying, "Hello"

Talk down on the set, then I'll turn you into Jello

[Verse 6: kurtains]

Ayo, wassup? (Yo)

Bitch, I'm kurtains, I'm with DOA

Wido, Quinn, Meg and glaive

Fuck with us, you catching sprays (Fuck, bop)

You better hope your money bulletproof

Or you could just run away, VC kickin' shit with Tay (Bruh)

Walk-walk in that bitch, I'm tearing up the party (Yup)

Extendo hangin' like at a third party, tell your bitch

Skrrt off in an Audi, twin Glocks

Name was Clyde and Bonnie

We pullin' off their skin, chopping up they bodies

[Verse 7: glaive]

Yeah, she got an attitude, she like to dirty dance

Heard you wanna fight over a bitch

Like bro, you're not my mans

Fuck off with that pussy shit, lil' bro

I might just dirty blast

Smokin' on that pack, pack, pack, I'm the petrolman

Why you always talkin' on the boys?

You won't go toe-for-toe

Glocky on my side might leave you frozen You should let it go

If you keep talkin' all up on the boys

Then we might let you know

Glock up on my stomach, make you dance

Might make 'em do-si-do

[Verse 8: Chach]

They like, "Chach, where you been at?"

I've been absent lately

Well, I think I lost my mind, but that's just maybe

And a devil and an angel

On my shoulder both really hate me

I'm a sinner, you can't save me

And I drink more liquor inside my Mercedes

Foot up on the gas pedal, I'm pushing one-eighty

I don't really care at all, don't know why y'all hating

Y'all just gotta move along

It's "fuck y'all" when I'm famous

I'm with Wido, back to back

He got my back, that's an Alley-Oop

Say you're getting guap, haha

Had to laugh at you

This shit ain't for everybody

Boy, you shoulda stayed in school

Knowing I'm a pretty bitch, and I got some attitude