[Hook - 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, Where you rent it at? 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
[Hook - 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 2 - Offset:] Fuck on me, then fuck my brother Just because she’s your bitch, you don’t trust her These bitches really trying to come up Damn, she trapped you, you nutted up When you went to work, I had picked her up She said she want to kick it on the bus Fucking and sucking up all of us You know how we do; we just slaughtered her My jeweler made me look like Slick the Ruler My bitches booshie, walking with a poodle When I was little, thought bitches had cooties Now that I’m grown, got a brick in her coochie Finesse the plug; I hit him with the whoop-de-whoo Finessed him right out his shoe I got some boot in my Margiela boots Bitches running ‘round my mansion in nude Bitches stick to me like Gorilla Glue Smoking on cookies did somebody poo? You niggas is suckers; you a roody-poo YRN 2, ball alert, got the news Sipping on Actavis, like it’s a brew (Aye, Boaw!) Who shot at you? Yes we can fuck, is your friend fucking too? (Ooh, Boaw!) I’m killing her too Plan B, you can fuck her for free Make sure that shit don’t get back to wifey Skeet on her cheek, fuck her one time a week Get a Plan B, ‘cause I know I was geeked Fucking this bitch, went to sleep I got to get this bitch a Plan B She fucking that nigga, that nigga, then me I just want that mouth, ‘cause I know it’s on fleek!
[Hook - 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 streetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
