Your Mom (Baked Up) versuri

Versuri Juice WRLD – Your Mom (Baked Up) lyrics

[Intro]
Ty, this that—
(St-St-St-St—)
(St-St-St-St-Styn) (Styn, What is that? Haha)
St-St-St— Styn
G-g-g-g unit, hahaha

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, bitch, wake up (Huh)
Roll this gas up (Gas)
Let’s get baked up (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Chopper stashed up (Graah)
Don’t get baked up (Brrt-pah)
Yeah, they know us, why?
‘Cause I’m famous (Of course)
Ayy, she gon’ hide the drugs in her anus (Come over here)
So when the cops ask who, we say, „It ain’t us”
Hahaha (On foenem grave)

[Chorus]
Uh, bitch we ain’t dyin’, choppas stay fryin’ (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas stay dyin’, opps, stay dyin’ (Brrt, brrt, grrah)
Bitch we ain’t dyin’, choppas stay fryin’ (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas stay dyin’, opps, stay dyin’ (Brrt, brrt, grrah)

[Verse 2]
I’ma tweak, I’ma spazz out, Molly Gras, pass out
Molly pop, ollie-pop, wheelie pop, thrash out
Go fast in it, maybe crash, if I know how
Baby, take this dick in your throat like you know how
Hit yo’ bitch like a note, on my dick she wrote, here it go
All-white Lambo’ truck, call that shit a whip, miracle
Should I call your bitch? Yeah
I really wanna call your bitch (Yeah)
I really wanna borrow your bitch
Wanna fuck, wanna skeet all ‘til morning yo’ bitch, yeah (Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, bitch we ain’t dyin’, choppas stay fryin’ (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas stay dyin’, opps stay dyin’ (Brrt, brrt, grrah)
Bitch we ain’t dyin’, choppas stay fryin’ (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas stay dyin’, opps stay dyin’ (Brrt, brrt, grrah)

[Verse 3]
In the booth and I spazz, oh yeah, I hit the grab
I’ma crash on a dirt bike, yeah, super rad
Fuck yo’ bitch in my bachelor, what? In my pad
Leave her leaking like her period, shit, Maxi-Pad
In the stu’ with Maxipad, that’s my bro, that’s my gang, that’s my slime
So is Ty and Sean, uh
Fuckin’ yo’ mom like the Mafia Don
Yeah, meaning I fuck her next to pasta and a Tommy Gun, yeah
Swanton Bomb in your mom, in your mom, yeah
They like, „How long is he gon’ rap ‘bout fuckin’ your mom?”, yeah
Well, he does smoke like Cheech and Chong
So he could probably rap about fuckin’ yo’ mom all night long (Yeah, I’ma change the hook)
Listen to the rest of the motherfuckin’ song

[Chorus 2]
I’ma fuck your mom, I’ma fuck your mom (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, grrah, grrah, doo-doo-doo-doo)
I’ma fuck your mom, I’ma fuck your mom (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, grrah, grrah, doo-doo-doo-doo)
In her all night long, in her all night long (Brrt, brrt, brrt, grrah, grrah, doo-doo-doo-doo)
In her all night long, in her all night long (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, grrah, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

[Outro]
(Styn)