His daddy fine, I’m fine, what you thought?Shit, his daddy fineNah, his daddy, his momma fine, bi**hWhat you mean? He got his looks from meYou better tell this ho, this my ni**a, thoughMy ride or die, I’d kill a motherf**ker over this one right here, ni**aI’d stand in front of a bullet, on God, over this oneMy son used to record me beatin’ bi**hes’ ass, factsI didn’t give a f**kI, I bossed up on teachers, principals, mamas, kidsI didn’t give a fu-am I lying?You have no reason toNo
If you f**k with my kids, I’ll beat up kids over my kid, okay?This little boy used to run, he was scaredI said, “Go get your bi**h-ass mama”I would beat your whole family and didn’t give a f**kThey be like, “Tyler, Tyler mama crazy, Tyler mama crazy”Yup, don’t f**k with my kidsTyler 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—”