MOMMA TALK - Tyler, The Creator

His daddy fine, I’m fine, what you thought?

Shit, his daddy fine.

Nah his daddy, his momma fine bitch

What you mean?

He got his looks from me

You better tell this ho, this my nigga though

My ride or die, I’d kill a motherfucker over this one right here nigga

I’d stand in front of a bullet, on God, for this one

My son used to record me beatin' his ass, facts

I didn’t give a fuck

I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kids

I didn’t give a fuck, am I lying?

You have no reason to

No

If you fuck with my kid, I’d beat up a kid over my kid, okay?

This little boy used to run, he was scared

I said, «Go get your bitch-ass mama»

I would beat your whole family and didn’t give a fuck

They be like «Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy»

Yup, don’t fuck with my kid

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—»