[Chorus]

-She must think that its Thanksgiving

The way she come back for servings

Handle her ass like Irving

Bust a nut on her ass cause she earned it

She impressed with my tricks and the way that I handle her

I told her baby girl you already know that I learned it

I told you I would treat you right

And how I'd win like every fight

Pull up in the sheets I won't bite

Hol up

[Verse 1]

-Slide to the sheets I might murder it

The Glock in my pants was my murder weapon

Beat it so hard had to watch where you stepping

Money and p*ssy is all that I’m getting

And the rapping career is up where I’m going

Like when it’s up then its stuck

Like you better not duck

Like you ran out of luck

Like you huffing and puffing but these bullets is clutch

BANG! BANG!

[Chorus]

-She must think that its Thanksgiving

The way she come back for servings

Handle her ass like Irving

Bust a nut on her ass cause she earned it

She impressed with my tricks and the way that I handle her

I told her baby girl you already know that I learned it

I told you I would treat you right

And how I'd win like every fight

Pull up in the sheets I won't bite

Hol up