Pastor Quality Control, Quavo & City Girls (Ft. Megan Thee Stallion)

[Intro]
This beat from Murda

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I don't stick to the script (No)
Real nigga, I'll punch a nigga in the lip (Oh)
Get rich, I'll push a brick outta here (Woo)
Fuck nigga, free, what you think this is? (Free)
Bad lil' ting, fuck it up and then peel (Bad)
Should I buy her bling or should I leave her how she is? (Bling)
Get that paperwork, I told her sign it like a deal (Cash)
Then she pop the woo just to sharpen her skills (Woo)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer sandals (Woo)
Ransom (Ransom), I took the mask off to smash (Smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (Pastor)
Camera (Camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, confess, you know you in love with the drip
You know you want me come over and bless you, so let me sit on your lips, ayy
I know he wanna be mine, he tryna send me a sign
Turn him into a believer, now he be payin' his tithes
I just landed, I ain't pack a bag, I ain't plan shit
Sent him all my info and I told him, "Get it handled"
Crazy, couldn't tame the pussy now he hate me
Hard on them hoes but for me he's a baby (Ayy, ayy, mwah)
Woo, I'm having my way with this shit (Huh)
I'm on the way to the money (Ugh), then on the way to the dick
I don't know what day that it is, I wake up and pick where I live
Eenie miney mo (Ayy), I get whoever I pick (Ahh)
Big fine ting, neck and wrist bling
I could make a hood nigga holla like he sing (Big ole freak)
Is he my type? Bitch, he might be (Bitch, he might be)
I could make a rap nigga holla like he sing, ah