Thugger, Thugger
Bae, I just wanna put it in
Can I? Please?
Okay, come on, haha
Lets go
God damn it Im surprised, bae, you lookin like a motherfuckin heaven in disguise 
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people Im hungry, I want your legs and your thighs 
From the streets to the bed she gon ride 
Fuck a dick, nigga, Im talkin homicides 
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I aint Plies 
And my pockets swole like Im motherfuckin Rodman 
I been grindin all day 
She my bae, but she crazy 
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way 
Im a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays 
Ridin around in a Ghost 
She aint did this before 
Ten blue bands on her coat 
Big white doves on her soap 
Asked would she ever leave me 
She replied back like, No 
She know streets like the cement
Her big uncle the Pope 
Come fly with the kid 
You hold it down for the kid 
Come talk to me baby
I dont need to fuck them thots, they the wig 
She my Rollie, she gon ride, Michelin 
Im a swaggin mothafucka, check my jeans 
Pillow talking, she gon tell it like she did 
Im the new Makaveli, bitch, Im lit 
And we gon flood the whole party 
And my bitch dead fresh, check her garment 
Im bangin red, wearing white like Target 
She speed riding on that dick, I shouldve clocked it 
She said she cant do this
Cause Im too bad for her like I got poisoned 
Iced out that nigga bitch
Media Take-Out, whoops, Im so sorry 
God damn it Im surprised, bae, you lookin like a motherfuckin heaven in disguise 
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people Im hungry, I want your legs and your thighs 
From the streets to the bed she gon ride 
Fuck a dick, nigga, Im talkin homicides 
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I aint Plies 
And my pockets swole like Im motherfuckin Rodman 
I been grindin all day 
She my bae, but she crazy 
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way 
Im a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays 
Long stroke inside that bitch, nigga 
Slime em out like Money Mitch, nigga
I smoke hella gas like Im QuikTrip, nigga 
Im a young rich nigga, shout out Skippa Da Flippa
I got, real hustlers that will G-Walk any nigga 
Money so low, I wouldnt see when yall get it, nigga 
Life sentence wit a paintball, yeah
Shittin on yall, then I fill it when them digits, nigga 
Yeah, like they posed to
Pussy nigga holdin dick, like their ho do 
Fuck a detective, but I told you 
Money long like a old-school 
Cadillac with Indian remy
Braid her, hair back, not stressing about plenty 
Smoking weed, no cataracts, Im keeping it pimpin 
Like them emoji footprints, come follow my drippin 
Yeah, I be doggin and spoilin these bitches
I would never put my trust and my all in these bitches 
When they leave, Im never callin these bitches 
Lets proceed right to the mall with these bitches 
I only wanna buy em every thing they want
Hundreds in my pockets, old-school like a donk 
 in her mouth or capillary but I wont 
Take it out her pussy then put it right in her trunk 
Woah
God damn it Im surprised, bae, you lookin like a motherfuckin heaven in disguise 
Pulling up at Popeyes, tell them people Im hungry, I want your legs and your thighs 
From the streets to the bed she gon ride 
Fuck a dick, nigga, Im talkin homicides 
Sweet pussy Saturday, but I aint Plies 
And my pockets swole like Im motherfuckin Rodman 
I been grindin all day 
She my bae, but she crazy 
Red carpet, red bottom, get out the way 
Im a quarterback, you gotta catch my plays 
You... You