Yo Mama -

I’m a jester

I’m a joker

This that absolute clownery

If fools talking down on me

Just try to take the crown from me

I’m dipping into boundaries

That I knew I was bound to be

Apart of and they counted me out

Cuz I’m different

But am I really though?

Fuck yo mama

Bitter hoe

I am not a quitter so

I be baking cakes

While you working with that thinner dough

You be at McDonald’s

I got sushi for my dinner hoe

Tryna get this money

While we living low

If it’s my song

You should play it

I don’t think first

I just say shit

If it’s all jokes

Then it’s all fun

Matter fact

I’ma tell another on

Yo mama

Yo mama

Yo mama

Yo mama this

And yo mama that

All about the commas

And I’m all about the raps

Yo mama so fat

I need my pockets like that

Yo yo yo mama

Yo yo yo mama

Yo yo yo mama

Yo yo yo mama

Wow

That’s super funny

Make a mama joke on me

Like yo mama so bummy

That she can’t afford money

Damn that’s super cold

Like my heart done froze

But it’s really just a joke

Dumb kids

Never grow

Went from

Madlibs

To Adlibs

From good kids

To bad kids

Stitch’s and patches

Riches and madness

Bitches and asses

And all of that shit

All of that shit

If it’s my song

You should play it

I don’t think first

I just say shit

If it’s all jokes

Then it’s all fun

Matter fact

I’ma tell another on

Yo mama

Yo mama

Yo mama

Yo mama this

And yo mama that

All about the commas

And I’m all about the raps

Yo mama so fat

I need my pockets like that

Yo yo yo mama

Yo yo yo mama

Yo yo yo mama

Yo yo yo mama