MUSCLE UP

[Pre-Chorus]
Text my bitch a thousand times
You think I give a fuck?
Text my plug a thousand times
I tell him "weigh it up"
You lookin' small, you need to eat
But you can't eat me up
I call my man, he down the block
He finna suck it up

[Chorus]
And I can't leave, no, I cannot
Because I am too stuck up
Don't need no Maserati
Bitch, I need a Bentley Truck
And make sure you get the big one
So my hoes can fuck
I'm finna show off, finna flex
I'm finna muscle up

[Verse 1]
You need some narcos
Hit me on my next step
We ain't drinkin' lean
Bitch, we on that fish scale
I get so high
Bitch, I'm booted up
He just hopped in my club to shoot it up
Heard the bitch a munch
I'ma toot it up
Hеard these hoes wanna fuck
Linе 'em up
I got two pints in my double cup
I got two white tricks and they cucks

[Verse 2]
I got two white tricks and they wanted me naked
Could've had a job, but I scream "fuck it, I'm famous"
Could've been sober, but I'm too gone off that Jamo
Could've gave him some pussy, but I just gave him some bezos
Would've been at your party, but I was stuck in a k-hole
I don't want that dick, bitch, I fill my pussy with Dracos
Your bitch love me, we've been fucking all week in Barbados
Got the Blanco, red Roscato, and we sippin' Añejo
My bitch say she is high and when we done she say "prego"
She scream out thirty Hail Marys so I just told her to "pray hoe"

[Pre-Chorus]
Text my bitch a thousand times
You think I give a fuck?
Text my plug a thousand times
I tell him "weigh it up"
You lookin' small, you need to eat
But you can't eat me up
I call my man, he down the block
He finna suck it up

[Chorus]
And I can't leave, no, I cannot
Because I am too stuck up
Don't need no Maserati
Bitch, I need a Bentley Truck
And make sure you get the big one
So my hoes can fuck
I'm finna show off, finna flex
I'm finna muscle up

[Verse 3]
I just- I just- I just make it fresh, bitch
Like so fresh, you'll probably wake up wanna taste it
Like so fresh, you bitches copy, "can I paste this?"
Roll it up, take a puff, make you face it
I just woke up off the shits in hotel lobby
Hard to focus, so I popped another fuckin' molly
I don't want your bitch, better come and get her off me
I've been doin' my shit, gonna take an army to stop me

[Pre-Chorus]
Text my bitch a thousand times
You think I give a fuck?
Text my plug a thousand times
I tell him "weigh it up"
You lookin' small, you need to eat
But you can't eat me up
I call my man, he down the block
He finna suck it up

[Chorus]
And I can't leave, no, I cannot
Because I am too stuck up
Don't need no Maserati
Bitch, I need a Bentley Truck
And make sure you get the big one
So my hoes can fuck
I'm finna show off, finna flex
I'm finna muscle up