[Chorus]
They just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
Migo done hit my phone, n*gga better be talkin' 'bout cash
I be in my zone, I be in my motherf*ckin' bag
I'm drunk, and that coupe fast, I might drag
Do the motherf*ckin' dash
Put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
I'm mafia n*gga, like Soprano ass
I just slapped that b*tch on her ass
[Verse 1]
I just slapped that b*tch on her ass (come here b*tch)
I didn't f*ck but I passed gas (it's gelato)
This that sh*t you break down, you can't sell bags (I want to bust it on the curb)
I jump in at every town, not goin' out sad (we keep the fire)
My diamonds movin' to the beat when they dance
I'm the one that came down, had a whole extension in my pants
And plus I was drinkin' that red, they told me keep goin', go 'head
That's all I remember they said, don't remember no f*ck sh*t they said
In that booth I go special ed (retarded)
Too geeked out, you on the edge (stupid)
I cuffed that lil b*tch and I got some head
I'm drinkin' that fresh, that [?]
I be itchin', they sleep on me like the dead
They sleep on me like they was on a xan
I walk 'round this b*tch with like hundreds
I arrive in this b*tch with like twenty bands
I'ma hit you as soon as the pack land
[Chorus]
They just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
Migo done hit my phone, n*gga better be talkin' 'bout cash
I be in my zone, I be in my motherf*ckin' bag
I'm drunk, and that coupe fast, I might drag
Do the motherf*ckin' dash
Put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
I'm mafia n*gga, like Soprano ass (M-A-F-I-A)
I just slapped that b*tch on her ass
[Verse 2]
Ninety nine to boo-boo, you ugly
I'm texting on you 'cause you mushy
I jump out that truck with that draco and pull up my partners 'nem
And they got food like [?]
I copped an old school and I set it on buttons
I get your ass hit with the press of a button
I propped the motherf*ckin' coupe up with the bus
I'm in her mouth with some' on some'
All my n*ggas got some' on some'
All my b*tches havin' some' on some'
These f*ck n*ggas, they don't be talkin' 'bout nothin'
Check my outfit when I'm flexin', man I'm pimpin' when I'm flexin'
Ayy I'm just f*ckin' flexin', you know I don't like textin'
FaceTime my pimpin' girl, pus*y drippin' like jheri curl
The ice on my face and my band
n*gga had to go wet up my hand
Send my b*tch to go wet up the block
Need a plug with the key for the locks, on drop
[Chorus]
They just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
Migo done hit my phone, n*gga better be talkin' 'bout cash
I be in my zone, I be in my motherf*ckin' bag
I'm drunk, and that coupe fast, I might drag
Do the motherf*ckin' dash
Put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
I'm mafia n*gga, like Soprano ass (M-A-F-I-A)
I just slapped that b*tch on her ass