Pick up you're phone.
Cause' this ain't through.
When you get home.
Mama got a little bone to pick with you.
Cause' I've had it up to here,
with your attitude.
You think you can walk all over me,
Well that just ain't true.
Cause' I'm done with your,
disrespect, roll of the neck,
Get it in check.
Cause' mama ain't got time.
You won't be, screaming no more,
Slamming the door, hell to the no,
You better step in line.
So I'm giving you a pass.
And you better make it last.
Cause' the very next time you throw me some sass,
Ima whoop that ass.
Haha.
Hey, Ima whoop that ass, hey
Pick up your clothes,
Cause' I ain't your maid.
Got me up waiting,
but you better tell Saitan not today.
Well there's a certain cell phone bill
I just won't pay.
Well you might wanna call ATNT
Tell them your mama don't play.
Cause' I'm done with you, talking your smack,
Learn how to act, matter of fact
I think it might be wise,
For you to step back, you met your match,
Don't let me catch you tryna roll your eyes.
You've been warned and nicely asked
Get respect and get if fast
Cause' next time I put you black behind on blast.
Ima whoop that ass.
Hey, your mama gonna whoop that ass.
Hahaha, Ima whoop that ass.