GOMF Lyrics – Latto | Big Mama

Read the full GOMF lyrics by Latto from the album Big Mama along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Latto]
She ain’t even all dat, she ain’t even like that
Ain’t her momma white?
That n!gga don’t even like her
That n!gga don’t even claim her
She ain’t even from Atlanta
Man, that hoe is from Ohio
How many BBLs is she gonna get?
I heard her n!gga write for her

[Verse: Latto]
Get off my jock, b!tch, you know how I rock, b!tch

Body and the face tea, ain’t nothing else to clock, b!tch
Know I want your head when I whip it out and cock, b!tch (Fah-fah-fah)
Latto is you pregnant?
Had to hit ’em with that ya, trick

Move, talm’ ’bout side b!tch
Who? They gon’ have to pull it out they ass
And put they mouth around it too
Got two-hundred on the dash, two-hundred in my pockets too
I ain’t had to be a WAG, I got a baller and he shoot (Paw-paw-paw-paw)

[GloRilla]
Why she be lying like be in the gym (Hahaha)
We know thats a BBL (Oh, alright)
Why she keep touching her face?
You ain’t that b!tch you just broke
They say she don’t take of her family
I would never (Right)
She need her own style
Always trying to copy the next b!tch

[Verse: GloRilla]
I mind my business, make my money
Somehow that get b!tches pissed
Always be trending; top, literally

I don’t do s*it but exist
All I did was glow up on it
Why you mad I’m popping s*it
Beat up once and can’t do it
Telling me what I should’ve did
Wagging in high fashion
Different brackets
Y’all can keep the wrapper
Bring the real b!tches back
I hate these fake hoes with a passion
Google said my name worth what?
That’s how much I pay in taxes