MUSCLE UP lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Text my b*tch a thousand times
You think I give a f*ck?
Text my plug a thousand times
I tell him "weigh it up"
You lookin' small, you need to eat
But you can't eat me up
I call my man, he down the block
He finna suck it up

[Chorus]
And I can't leave, no, I cannot
Because I am too stuck up
Don't need no Maserati
b*tch, I need a Bentley Truck
And make sure you get the big one
So my hoes can f*ck
I'm finna show off, finna flex
I'm finna muscle up

[Verse 1]
You need some narcos
Hit me on my next step
We ain't drinkin' lean
b*tch, we on that fish scale
I get so high
b*tch, I'm booted up
He just hopped in my club to shoot it up
Heard the b*tch a munch
I'ma toot it up
Hеard these hoes wanna f*ck
Linе 'em up
I got two pints in my double cup
I got two white tricks and they cucks
[Verse 2]
I got two white tricks and they wanted me naked
Could've had a job, but I scream "f*ck it, I'm famous"
Could've been sober, but I'm too gone off that Jamo
Could've gave him some pus*y, but I just gave him some bezos
Would've been at your party, but I was stuck in a k-hole
I don't want that di*k, b*tch, I fill my pus*y with Dracos
Your b*tch love me, we've been f*cking all week in Barbados
Got the Blanco, red Roscato, and we sippin' Añejo
My b*tch say she is high and when we done she say "prego"
She scream out thirty Hail Marys so I just told her to "pray hoe"

[Pre-Chorus]
Text my b*tch a thousand times
You think I give a f*ck?
Text my plug a thousand times
I tell him "weigh it up"
You lookin' small, you need to eat
But you can't eat me up
I call my man, he down the block
He finna suck it up

[Chorus]
And I can't leave, no, I cannot
Because I am too stuck up
Don't need no Maserati
b*tch, I need a Bentley Truck
And make sure you get the big one
So my hoes can f*ck
I'm finna show off, finna flex
I'm finna muscle up
[Verse 3]
I just- I just- I just make it fresh, b*tch
Like so fresh, you'll probably wake up wanna taste it
Like so fresh, you b*tches copy, "can I paste this?"
Roll it up, take a puff, make you face it
I just woke up off the sh*ts in hotel lobby
Hard to focus, so I popped another f*ckin' molly
I don't want your b*tch, better come and get her off me
I've been doin' my sh*t, gonna take an army to stop me

[Pre-Chorus]
Text my b*tch a thousand times
You think I give a f*ck?
Text my plug a thousand times
I tell him "weigh it up"
You lookin' small, you need to eat
But you can't eat me up
I call my man, he down the block
He finna suck it up

[Chorus]
And I can't leave, no, I cannot
Because I am too stuck up
Don't need no Maserati
b*tch, I need a Bentley Truck
And make sure you get the big one
So my hoes can f*ck
I'm finna show off, finna flex
I'm finna muscle up