Bad Mother

Songtext

[Intro] Yeah Atlanta, Georgia, zone four Listen up (She's a bad mother—) Shut yo mouth! Yeah, she's trouble Watch out [Verse 1] She rollin' through the city in an all-black Benz Five percent tint, she don't need no friends Got the bass in the trunk vibratin' the street Eighty-eight keys with a heavy trap beat She a boss, she a leader, she don't take no slack Got the hustle in her veins and she never look back From the West End blocks to the Buckhead high She got the fire in her soul, look her straight in the eye [Chorus] She's a bad mother— (Shut yo mouth!) Yeah, she's runnin' the south (Shut yo mouth!) She's a bad mother— (Shut yo mouth!) No doubt about it, yeah, she's runnin' the south (Shut yo mouth!) [Verse 2] Stiletto heels clickin' on the concrete floor When she steps in the room, they be lockin' the door Got that brass section blowin' with a heavy-ass groove An Atlanta queen makin' all the right moves She don't talk too much, she let the money speak loud Makin' gangster moves, standin' tall in the crowd Keep your eyes on the prize, don't you get in her way Or you'll find out quick she ain't here to play [Chorus] She's a bad mother— (Shut yo mouth!) Yeah, she's runnin' the south (Shut yo mouth!) She's a bad mother— (Shut yo mouth!) No doubt about it, yeah, she's runnin' the south (Shut yo mouth!) [Outro] Yeah Atlanta's finest She's a bad mother— Shut yo mouth! (Fade out on a heavy funk horn line and trap 808s)