Revenge
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Riding in the Trans
She crusing with no pants
Shawty just wearing Vans
She do the money dance
Cause I get paid in advance
While your ex man bruising
Tryna hit me but he can't
My ex bitch stupid
Steady fucking up my plans
Shawty suck it with no hands
Tuck my foot in, hit my stance
Shawty thick just like some pudding
Watch it jiggle like some jam
Hardheaded, she a ram
In the middle of the party, bust it down like she a fan
Going viral on the Gram
She forgot who I am
Messages straight to spam
I ain't tryna be your mans
Playing all your games
While I'm smoking in the stands
I ain't tryna be your mans
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Oh my god she back at it again
And this time she invited all of her friends
Fuck two times
Now she's in the Trans
Blowing in her ear like I am Lance
Bon Jour Christian Dior stores
We in France
Twenty-one running man catch me if you can
Homecoming dance
Me and all the girls yeah, we got other plans
Running around the city
Got ants in our pants
Shawty tried cuffing me
But she had no chance
No way Jose
Never let a hoe lead your way
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Riding in the Trans
She crusing with no pants
Shawty just wearing Vans
She do the money dance
Cause I get paid in advance
While your ex man bruising
Tryna hit me but he can't
My ex bitch stupid
Steady fucking up my plans
Shawty suck it with no hands
Tuck my foot in, hit my stance
Shawty thick just like some pudding
Watch it jiggle like some jam
Hardheaded, she a ram
In the middle of the party, bust it down like she a fan
Going viral on the Gram
She forgot who I am
Messages straight to spam
I ain't tryna be your mans
Playing all your games
While I'm smoking in the stands
I ain't tryna be your mans
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Oh my god she back at it again
And this time she invited all of her friends
Fuck two times
Now she's in the Trans
Blowing in her ear like I am Lance
Bon Jour Christian Dior stores
We in France
Twenty-one running man catch me if you can
Homecoming dance
Me and all the girls yeah, we got other plans
Running around the city
Got ants in our pants
Shawty tried cuffing me
But she had no chance
No way Jose
Never let a hoe lead your way
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
Fuck out of here I ain't tryna be your man's
You and all your bitches steady plotting on revenge
Tried to hit my phone when you seen us in the Benz
Pockets hella deep, shit I got hella bands
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Writer(s): Cole Pirosseno
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