Yeah, Pluto
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Yeah, Pluto
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat-tat got a little kickback
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Lamborghini doors when I lift off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the ho, got the stiff arm
Fuck all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I've been drippin' like a God, what else?
I been dodgin' all the flodge, what else?
I been fillin' up garages, what else?
I gave her her first ménage, what else?
Uh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes
I'm 'bout to slide, slide, slide
Wonder why, why, why
I stay in the sky, sky, sky
Pink Molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin', let me dance with her
Sky-Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was cinnamon
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat-tat got a little kickback
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Fucking my bitch by the change (change)
Want me to jump out the stage (jump out the stage)
I wanna jump in the air (yeah)
You know the love ain't fair
You killin' then show me some proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits, uh (fruits)
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches (let's train 'em)
I'm putting chains on my bitches (I'm putting chains on 'em)
I'll pull some chain on the snitches (I'll pull some chain on the snitches)
I'm focused, I'm back on my mission (yeah)
Flex on a nigga, no apologies (flex on 'em)
Molly off-white, done got to me (flex on 'em)
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League (yeah)
Thirty-five bitches at the St. Reg' (yeah)
Fall back, shoot it like KD (every day)
Back in the kitchen with the Curry (Curry)
Pullin' up Xan', can't hurt me (hurt me)
Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy (syrupy)
56 nights, I was dirty (56)
Styrofoam cups servin' patients (woo)
Heard you been talkin' 'bout the kid (kid)
Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches (cancel 'em)
I got me some new bitches (got 'em, got 'em)
Come check out how I'm living (check out how I'm living)
I got me some new drippy (I got me some new drip)
I got me some new drip (got me some new drip)
She ain't got nothing to do with it (nothing to do with it)
I'll give my bitch to you (I'll give my bitch to you)
If that what she mean to you (if that what she mean)
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat-tat got a little kickback
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat-tat got a little kickback
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Yacht cruisin' in the deep
I'm twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with your freak
Can't tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Bentley furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin' up a brick
Certified nigga out the 6
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin' ten for the strong
Keep on goin' in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born
