f*ck Her Right In The pus*y lyrics

[Verse 1: Mikey The Magician]
Shotty up in my trunk
Gotta get the rounds if you really wanna bust
I ain't with the talkin', I just spark the toolie
Put you in a blender like a motherf*cking smoothie
b*tch you know we sliding with the homies in the back
Put a couple rounds in your black Cadillac
They sayin' they done talkin' when I'm really with the action
Runnin' through his tramp, b*tch, I'm never talking Magnums
Cause I go raw like some motherf*cking sushi
Show up to the party with the shotty and the Uzi
Gucci on my back 'cause they know it keep it G
Bad b*tch with me and she ride me like a Banshee
[?] flexing, b*tches be tripping
So I beat up the pus*y, she limp
b*tches ain't with me, they just a mission
Sendin' the thotty right back to the kitchen
Mike The Magician, that boy don't play
I slide with the heater, I grill 'em like steak
I'll send you six feet, I'll put you in your place
I'll light you like candles on top of a cake
b*tch, I slide, with the all gold wrist
Penny for your thoughts, now that's a broke b*tch
I'm a mystical man with a mystical plan
Sendin' these players to Candyland
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Yuh, yuh
Let y'all know just how we do
You f*cks with me, I f*cks with you, mutual respect
I used to get neglected but now I'm respected
I can't touch yo' pus*y, I heard you infected
Screamin' booty, give it to me, right where my neck is
f*ck it, she gon' get that Prometheus
I can't stop once I get that erection
There's no turnin' back, we goin' one direction
Give me a second, I need my protection
Says she clean but I know she flexin'
Walk it out, walk it out, get to steppin'
Smith & Wesson got you sweatin'
Crossed off my checklist
You ain't with my homies, lil homie, don't wreck it
You can all get wet quick
'Cause I ain't ever been a b*tch
Put it on my momma, I ain't never been a b*tch