Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend
Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big" (yeah)

Bust it, pop it (pop)
Lock it, drop it (yeah)
We goin' up like the stock hit
Outside and inside the Lambo' is chocolate (it's lit)
Throw it (woo), watch it, cake it, profit
Bands gettin' big, it might bust outta pockets
She keep it wet, I might bust down and lock it (let's go)
BBL, natural, don't care, won't tell
If you comin' with gang, leave your phone at the hotel
She know my body, she don't need the intel (alright)
On top, spin around, go crazy, carousel (yeah)
Peyote Jack, wanna know what I inhale
She gettin' thick, ain't no way that you can't tell
I linked up with shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll
She do that shit when I say so
Hit from the back, got her grabbin' her ankles
Hand on her neck, I might give her a Van Gogh (yeah)
And when I'm done, I'll go out with a bang tho'
She said me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros (it's lit!)
She in the mirror tryna work on her angles
She gon' lick on it, spit on it, taste just like (pew, pew)
Oochie wally, she be wildin' (yeah)
Inside her body she gon' ride it like Kawasaki (she gon' ride it like)
She said she was lit off the saké
She left the lobby, parking lot, gave me head in the 'Gatti (yeah)
She said she gon' give me the box and the posse
Fucked around, introduced her to Roddy (straight up)
Thing on my hip for when shit lookin' wocky
I might have to bust it, just look at that body, like damn

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? (Fuckin'), two shots, fuck it (ayy)
Throw it like a stripper, damn (like damn)
Throw it like a stripper, ayy (ayy)
Throw it like a stripper, damn (ayy)
Turn around and tip her, ayy (uh)
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it (ayy)
Is you fuckin'? (Is you?) Two shots, fuck it (ayy)

Real slim waist with a body on me
Goddamn, I'm poppin', I'm hot (I'm hot)
Real thick bands in a motherfucker pants
He was staring from a stance, so I took him to the spot
I don't wanna talk, I wanna be in your mouth
Tell that nigga get out, he ain't packing with a Glock
Beggin' for a dance, he ain't even get a chance
Threw it back and let it land, ain't no beggin' me to stop, bitch
Ate the pussy up on Tuesday
Back and the side, yeah, two ways
Give me that top like toupée
Slurpin' on the pussy like Kool-Aid
One don't be enough, I need two baes
Nigga down my throat like D'USSÉ
Lick all on the tip like brûlée
Nigga, I'ma do whatever you say (ooh)
Now watch me

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it (ayy)
Is you fuckin'? (Fuckin'), two shots, fuck it (ayy)
Throw it like a stripper, damn (like damn)
Throw it like a stripper, ayy (ayy)
Throw it like a stripper, damn (ayy)
Turn around and tip her, ayy (uh)
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it (ayy)
Is you fuckin'? (Is you?) Two shots, fuck it Writer/s: Charles Brown, Cornell Haynes, Ericka Banks, Jeremy Blackwell, Pharrell L. Williams
Publisher: CTM Publishing, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Administration MP, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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