I told the plug put the pack in the mail
And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell if she was mine, then I'd pay for the nails
Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh
I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no
Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low
She really hate it when she be all alone
She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone
I told the plug put the pack in the mail
And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell if she was mine, then i'd pay for the nails
Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh
I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no
Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low
She really hate it when she be all alone
She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone
Yeah I don't want to talk to you no no no no
I'm popping my shit 'cause I know what I'm on
I know what I'm on and I know when I'm getting it
She want to come fuck on me yeah keep wishing it
Its a real young nigga right here
She sipping the lean never do the beer
She slurring her words no I can not hear
And no I'm not judging you my dear
'Cause I know its been a long time since you had some fun
You been going through ya ups and downs
Holding everything down to the ground
Going out and you're on you're own sometimes it get lonely
Gotta pick yo head up and let the world you own it yeah
You gotta own that shit
You gotta pick yo head up high let the whole world know you it
Yeah let my nigga tanner tell it he gon tell yo ass to go out get a fucking mansion
I told the plug put the pack in the mail
And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell if she was mine, then I'd pay for the nails
Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh
I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no
Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low
She really hate it when she be all alone
She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone
I told the plug put the pack in the mail
And I got your bitch on me, I swear she won't tell
If she was mine, then I'd pay for the nails
Big body Benz and it look like a whale, uh
I don't wanna talk to you, no no no no
Your bitch tryna fuck, I keep it real low
She really hate it when she be all alone
She a crazy bitch, be checking my phone
Switch it up, switch it up, had to go get it
Uh, had to go run up my digits
She banging my line telling me that she miss it
Uh, I'm not tryna make you my mrs
The haters gon' hate and I swear they gon' copy
We finna take off no rocket
You know that I'm keeping that glock in my pocket
Ain' nobody finna stop me
Little bitch I do not know who you are
We finna go up to mars
And we be driving all these foreign cars
Gotta give it up to God
We came from the bottom so now we gon' run it up
Little bitch don't want no smoke with us
You look in my closet it's full of them 1 of 1's
If we be fucking lil bitch then it's one and done