Pac Girl lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn (Yeah)
Cookin' with my guap (Huh, yeah)
(CoZ in this b*tch) Cookin' with my guap myself ([Hoe?], hol' on)
[?] (b*tch 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)
b*tch 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 sh*t, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no b*tches 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, sh*t will get traumatic
I don't do no drama, I sit pretty like a bad b*tch
My life style so tragic, yay think it's funny (Nah)
Takin' over tri-state, ain't none of you b*tches can [let son?] me
None of you b*tches can't run me (Nope)
None these b*tches 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 b*tches got they legs up (Damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (Don't touch me, b*tch) (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Flexin on these b*tches out here twelve-k in two weeks (Damn)
[Outro]
Gettin' to the bag, yeah your girl is trash (Your girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Hold on, yeah I am your dad I don't give a f*ck
Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (Damn, damn)
(Pull up in a coupe [?], ha, pull up in a [?], damn)
(Coi Leray, you know my name b*tch)