[Intro]

If you a real bitch, throw that ass, ho (One hundred percent Platinum, baby)

You don't even pay 'em all, what they mad for?

Crip late, bills paid, you a bad ho

Stick your tongue out on a mad ho

[Verse 1]

Came up 'cause I stayed down

Smith & Wesson my waistline

Bad bitch, she from H town, got a pretty face and her waist fine

Get to it, don't waste time

Play with the pussy, I don't FaceTime

She graduated, got a great mind

Bitch built different, ain't they kind

Don't fuck around with the fake kind

I was locked up, she stayed down

Her pussy good like grape wine

Make a young nigga say, "Ah" (Ah)

In the front room, got her face down

Stand up in it like eight rounds

Let me slide in it like a playground

Make a whole move it like 8 Mile (Uh)

Pussy nigga, don't play 'round

Can't fool me with no fake smile

No laced blunt, it's straight line

Ain't nan' nigga gon' take mines

Big Dracos spit straight fire

In the hood hangin' like a grapevine

Sellin' straight dope in the daytime (Bah)

When I eat the pussy, I'ma take time

[Chorus]

Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)

You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him

Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)

Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin'

Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)

You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him

Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)

Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin')

[Verse 2]

Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama)

Where you get that bag? That shit gotta be designer (Ooh)

She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom

Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang)

Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama)

Where you get that bag? That shit gotta be designer (Ooh)

She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom

Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang)

[Chorus]

Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)

You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him

Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)

Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin'

Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch)

You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him

Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up)

Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin')