Pac Girl Coi Leray

[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn (Yeah)
Cookin' with my guap (Huh, yeah)
(CoZ in this bitch) Cookin' with my guap myself ([Hoe?], hol' on)
[?] (Bitch you need to stop it just don't drop it, hol' on)
EverythingcoZ hoe! ([?] like me)

[Verse]
I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (Nope)
Bitch said she like my energy I told her book us
Pull off in the rango orange leather it's so tango (Yeah)
Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango
Pocket bouta hit you with this rocket make some magic (Yah)
Levels to this shit, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no bitches cause they always act dramatic (Nah, nah)
Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it
Let's not get ecstatic, shit will get traumatic
I don't do no drama, I sit pretty like a bad bitch
My life style so tragic, yay think it's funny (Nah)
Takin' over tri-state, ain't none of you bitches can [let son?] me
None of you bitches can't run me (Nope)
None these bitches can't run me (Hold on)
I'm gettin' to the I'm gettin' to the I'm gettin', money (Hold on)

[Chorus]
Gettin' to the bag, yeah your girl is trash (Girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party, goin' crazy bout to spaz
Yeah I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (Damn)
I be in the trap. why these bitches got they legs up (Damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (Don't touch me, bitch) (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Flexin on these bitches out here twelve-k in two weeks (Damn)