MOMMA TALK Lyrics by 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 n****, though
I’d kill a motherfucker over this one right here, n****
I’d stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this one
My son used to record me beatin’ bitches’ ass
I didn’t give a fuck
I, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mommas, kids
I didn’t give a fu–
Am I lying?
Nah, you have no reason to
You fuck with my kids…
I’ll beat up kids over my kids, okay?
This little boy used to run, he was scared
I said, “Go get your bitch-ass momma”
I, I would beat your whole family and didn’t give a fuck
They just be like, “Tyler
Tyler momma crazy
Tyler momma crazy”
Yup, don’t fuck with my kids
Tyler would be like “Get ’em, mom”
She be 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’ “No—”