[Intro]
Thugger, Thugger
(We got London on da Track)
Bae, I just wanna put it in
Can I? Please?
Okay, come on, haha
Let's go

[Chorus]
God damn it I'm surprised, bae, you lookin' like a motherfuckin' heaven in disguise (Yeah)
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people I'm hungry, I want your legs and your thighs (Skrt)
From the streets to the bed she gon' ride (She gon' ride)
Fuck a dick, n***a, I'm talkin' homicides (Gah, gah)
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I ain't Plies (Nah)
And my pockets swole like I'm motherfuckin' Rodman (Sheesh)

[Post-Chorus]
I been grindin' all day (Yeah)
She my bae, but she crazy (Yeah)
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way (Yeah)
I'm a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 1]
Ridin' around in a Ghost (Skrt)
She ain't did this before (Uh uh)
Ten blue bands on her coat (Racks)
Big white doves on her soap (Brr, brr)
Asked would she ever leave me (Would she)
She replied back like, "No" (Hell nah, n***a)
She know streets like the cement
Her big uncle the Pope (Ayy)
Come fly with the kid (Shoo)
You hold it down for the kid (What)
Come talk to me baby
I don't need to fuck them thots, they the wig (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
She my Rollie, she gon' ride, Michelin (Whoop, whoop)
I'm a swaggin' mothafucka', check my jeans (Oh my God)
Pillow talking, she gon' tell it like she did (Uh huh)
I'm the new Makaveli, bitch, I'm lit (What, what)
And we gon' flood the whole party (Racks)
And my bitch dead fresh, check her garment (Woah, woah)
I'm bangin' red, wearing white like Target (Brrat)
She speed riding on that dick, I should've clocked it (Skrt)
She said she can't do this
'Cause I'm too bad for her like I got poisoned (What)
Iced out that n***a bitch
Media Take-Out, whoops, I'm so sorry (Psh)
[Chorus]
God damn it I'm surprised, bae, you lookin' like a motherfuckin' heaven in disguise (Yeah)
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people I'm hungry, I want your legs and your thighs (Skrt)
From the streets to the bed she gon' ride (She gon' ride)
Fuck a dick, n***a, I'm talkin' homicides (Gah, gah)
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I ain't Plies (Nah)
And my pockets swole like I'm motherfuckin' Rodman (Sheesh)

[Post-Chorus]
I been grindin' all day (Yeah)
She my bae, but she crazy (Yeah)
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way (Yeah)
I'm a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 2]
Long stroke inside that bitch, n***a (Woah)
Slime 'em out like Money Mitch, n***a
I smoke hella gas like I'm QuikTrip, n***a (What)
I'm a young rich n***a, shout out Skippa Da Flippa
I got, real hustlers that will G-Walk any n***a (What)
Money so low, I wouldn't see when y'all get it, n***a (And)
Life sentence wit' a paintball, yeah
Shittin' on y'all, then I fill it when them digits, n***a (Psh)
Yeah, like they 'posed to
Pussy n***a holdin' dick, like their ho do (What)
Fuck a detective, but I told you (Fuck 'em)
Money long like a old-school (Racks)
Cadillac with Indian remy
Braid her, hair back, not stressing about plenty (Woah)
Smoking weed, no cataracts, I'm keeping it pimpin' (Augh)
Like them emoji footprints, come follow my drippin' (Follow)
Yeah, I be doggin' and spoilin' these bitches
I would never put my trust and my all in these bitches (On blood)
When they leave, I'm never callin' these bitches (Bye)
Let's proceed right to the mall with these bitches (Racks)
I only wanna buy 'em every thing they want
Hundreds in my pockets, old-school like a donk (Gee)
[?] in her mouth or capillary but I won't (What)
Take it out her pussy then put it right in her trunk (Sheesh, sheesh)
Woah
[Chorus]
God damn it I'm surprised, bae, you lookin' like a motherfuckin' heaven in disguise (Yeah)
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people I'm hungry, I want your legs and your thighs (Skrt)
From the streets to the bed she gon' ride (She gon' ride)
Fuck a dick, n***a, I'm talkin' homicides (Gah, gah)
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I ain't Plies (Nah)
And my pockets swole like I'm motherfuckin' Rodman (Sheesh)

[Post-Chorus]
I been grindin' all day (Yeah)
She my bae, but she crazy (Yeah)
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way (Yeah)
I'm a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays (Woah, woah, woah)

[Outro]
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