Girls lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Beans]
Beans and yo' b*tch havin' lunch with ya lady
Drown in the deep with your boy and Yung Gravy
Droppin' the anchor she wet like the navy
Main b*tch is boring but my side b*tch is crazy
That's not my b*tch so I'm not 'bout to wife her
Gonna lay the pipe like the f*ckin' pied piper
Shot her in the face no American Sniper
Bill for the date on your windshield wiper
Got the au jus she get dunked like a French dip
Pulled out in time so she'd never get pregnant
Four-wheel drive in that snatch like a redneck
Found her online 'cause that pus*y was high tech
She holdin' my di*k like a napkin
Givin' me head, no aspirin
It's even fine if you still love someone

[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Pull up to the club in that f*ckin' Ford Taurus
Side b*tch Judy but my main b*tch Dolores
Simply might go on the beat, no chorus
Pull up and I flex like I'm f*ckin' Chuck Norris
Betty Crocker in that mix
Gravy pull up on your b*tch
Gravy with the sh*ts looking like a lick
Might hit yo' b*tch with a f*ckin' dropkick
Put that ice straight on my tooth
Brought that sh*t straight to the booth
Pull up to the club and they raise that roof
Yo' mom disappeared like poof (Woah)