[Chorus: Quavo]
I gave a bitch a Plan B (Open your mouth)
‘Cause she was my plan B (Side bitch)
I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)
She a real trapper in the streets
My niggas don’t mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My niggas don’t mean it)
Cookie bag and a Percocet, that’s what applied to me (I’m geeking)
The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)
I fuck her once, then she leave (Smash)
She only got her fucking keys; I give her phone down the street
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Eat it up - busy bees
Stevie Wonder, play with keys
I told my plug, “Yadda mean,”
That mean, “Come on, with them things,”
I put the work ‘cross seas
Feel like I play with Kareem
I walk around with the nin’
Hundred thousand for the team
I woke up ‘cause I had a dream
I shot at nigga in the spleen
Two niggas looking like Kel and Ken’
Your favorite cousin, dope fiends
I was going on a mission
But I swapped out my hoe for that
Young nigga talking business
Tell that nigga I ain’t here for that
Migo Gang like the Thundercats
And I’m trapping out a Hellcat
Pussy nigga, you a lab rat
Bitch, my diamonds doing jumping jacks
Pull up, gave a Phantom heart attack
Hoe nigga, where your heart is at?
We quick to send ‘em to the cardiac
Cookies and Perc’ – that’s the starter pack
Go to the jeweler; want all of that
Ball on my court, nigga, can’t get the ball back
I be where the money fall at
I take the pot and beat it with a ball bat
You ain’t own it boy, you rented that
If it ain’t broke I ain’t fixing that
I put the dope in the trunk
I put the extras in the kitty-cat
I gave a bitch a Plan B (Open your mouth)
‘Cause she was my plan B (Side bitch)
I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)
She a real trapper in the streets
My niggas don’t mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My niggas don’t mean it)
Cookie bag and a Percocet, that’s what applied to me (I’m geeking)
The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)
I fuck her once, then she leave (Smash)
She only got her fucking keys; I give her phone down the street
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Eat it up - busy bees
Stevie Wonder, play with keys
I told my plug, “Yadda mean,”
That mean, “Come on, with them things,”
I put the work ‘cross seas
Feel like I play with Kareem
I walk around with the nin’
Hundred thousand for the team
I woke up ‘cause I had a dream
I shot at nigga in the spleen
Two niggas looking like Kel and Ken’
Your favorite cousin, dope fiends
I was going on a mission
But I swapped out my hoe for that
Young nigga talking business
Tell that nigga I ain’t here for that
Migo Gang like the Thundercats
And I’m trapping out a Hellcat
Pussy nigga, you a lab rat
Bitch, my diamonds doing jumping jacks
Pull up, gave a Phantom heart attack
Hoe nigga, where your heart is at?
We quick to send ‘em to the cardiac
Cookies and Perc’ – that’s the starter pack
Go to the jeweler; want all of that
Ball on my court, nigga, can’t get the ball back
I be where the money fall at
I take the pot and beat it with a ball bat
You ain’t own it boy, you rented that
If it ain’t broke I ain’t fixing that
I put the dope in the trunk
I put the extras in the kitty-cat
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