Fat Nick – Mum's Block lyrics

[Intro: Mike The Magician]
MTM hit em' with the heat

[Chorus]
Bust, bust down rollie
Watch him, watch him flip the pot
Beamer i3 like a mum on the block
Before you hit the trap, check my line, don't knock
Barrels in my pocket, seven pints I cannot walk
Bust, bust down rollie
Watch him, watch him flip the pot
Beamer i3 like the mum on the block
Before you hit the trap, check my line, don't knock
Barrels in my pocket, seven pints I cannot walk

[Verse 1]
Hundred pints, long nights
Baby all my diamonds glow
Hydro lean
I pop Percs, no wonder how my kidneys hurt
Draco burst, fireworks
You might just leave in a hearse
Rolex [?] cost fifty-five
Too rocked, we can't tell the time
I just poured a eight in my, in my apple juice
I can't drink no soda bitch she rotting in my tooth
I fucked the baddest bitches, I'm only speaking the truth
Filled the shorty mouth then she went back to her boo
Walk with a stack, got some Goyard on my hip
Twitter talking big but my Draco got a lisp
My bitch she stupid thick
Oh fuck, no shit
Shorty said I'm needy
I'm a diva, dumb bitch

[Chorus]
Bust, bust down rollie
Watch him, watch him flip the pot
Beamer i3 like a mum on the block
Before you hit the trap, check my line, don't knock
Barrels in my pocket, seven pints I cannot walk
Bust, bust down rollie
Watch him, watch him flip the pot
Beamer i3 like a mum on the block
Before you hit the trap, check my line, don't knock
Barrels in my pocket, seven pints I cannot walk

[Verse 2]
Dumb thot, suck dick
Ride fast, move bitch
Fucked up, oh shit
[?] seal break
Oh shit, what the fuck
I can't stop, not glowing up
Gucci loafers, super soakers
Thirty clip [?] pistol [?]
I'm too rich now
Foreign and I spaz out
On two pills, yeah, this bitch gon' take this dick now
Flexed up, bands up
On my fuck shit (fuck shit)
Shorty keep your pants
I only want some neck, bitch (only neck)
Count up, count up, count up, count up every day (count up)
Migo shooter but he cover up his face (he cover up)
Feel like a chief, it like my birthday every day
.223, I ain't even gotta aim

[Chorus]
Bust, bust down rollie
Watch him flip the pot
Beamer i3 like a mum on the block
Before you hit the trap
Check my line, don't knock
Barrels in my pocket
Seven pints I cannot walk
Bust, bust down rolly
Watch him flip the pot
Beamer i3 like a mum on the block
Before you hit the trap
Check my line, don't knock
Barrels in my pocket
Seven pints I cannot walk