Plan B lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
I gave a b*tch a Plan B (Open your mouth)
‘Cause she was my plan B (Side b*tch)
I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)
She a real trapper in the streets
My n*ggas don’t mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My n*ggas don’t mean it)
Cookie bag and a Percocet, that’s what applied to me (I’m geeking)
The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)
I f*ck her once, then she leave (Smash)
She only got her f*cking keys; I give her phone down the street

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Eat it up - busy bees
Stevie Wonder, play with keys
I told my plug, “Yadda mean,”
That mean, “Come on, with them things,”
I put the work ‘cross seas
Feel like I play with Kareem
I walk around with the nin’
Hundred thousand for the team
I woke up ‘cause I had a dream
I shot at n*gga in the spleen
Two n*ggas looking like Kel and Ken’
Your favorite cousin, dope fiends
I was going on a mission
But I swapped out my hoe for that
Young n*gga talking business
Tell that n*gga I ain’t here for that
Migo Gang like the Thundercats
And I’m trapping out a Hellcat
pus*y n*gga, you a lab rat
b*tch, my diamonds doing jumping jacks
Pull up, gave a Phantom heart attack
Hoe n*gga, where your heart is at?
We quick to send ‘em to the cardiac
Cookies and Perc’ – that’s the starter pack
Go to the jeweler; want all of that
Ball on my court, n*gga, can’t get the ball back
I be where the money fall at
I take the pot and beat it with a ball bat
You ain’t own it boy, you rented that
If it ain’t broke I ain’t fixing that
I put the dope in the trunk
I put the extras in the kitty-cat
[Chorus: Quavo]
I gave a b*tch a Plan B (Open your mouth)
‘Cause she was my plan B (Side b*tch)
I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)
She a real trapper in the streets
My n*ggas don’t mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My n*ggas don’t mean it)
Cookie bag and a Percocet, that’s what applied to me (I’m geeking)
The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)
I f*ck her once, then she leave (Smash)
She only got her f*cking keys; I give her phone down the street

[Verse 2: Offset]
f*ck on me, then f*ck my brother
Just because she’s your b*tch, you don’t trust her
These b*tches really trying to come up
Damn, she trapped you, you nutted up
When you went to work, I had picked her up
She said she want to kick it on the bus
f*cking and sucking up all of us
You know how we do; we just slaughtered her
My jeweler made me look like Slick the Ruler
My b*tches bougie, walking with a poodle
When I was little, thought b*tches had cooties
Now that I’m grown, got a brick in her coochie
Finesse the plug; I hit him with the whoop-de-whoo
Finessed him right out his shoe
I got some boot in my Margiela boots
b*tches running ‘round my mansion in nude
b*tches stick to me like Gorilla Glue
Smoking on cookies did somebody poo?
You n*ggas is suckers; you a roody-poo
YRN 2, ball alert, got the news
Sipping on Actavis, like it’s a brew
(Aye, Boaw!) Who shot at you?
Yes we can f*ck, is your friend f*cking too?
(Ooh, Boaw!) I’m killing her too
Plan B, you can f*ck her for free
Make sure that sh*t don’t get back to wifey
Skeet on her cheek, f*ck her one time a week
Get a Plan B, ‘cause I know I was geeked
f*cking this b*tch, went to sleep
I got to get this b*tch a Plan B
She f*cking that n*gga, that n*gga, then me
I just want that mouth, ‘cause I know it’s on fleek!
[Chorus: Quavo]
I gave a b*tch a Plan B (Open your mouth)
‘Cause she was my plan B (Side b*tch)
I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)
She a real trapper in the streets
My n*ggas don’t mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My n*ggas don’t mean it)
Cookie bag and a Percocet, that’s what applied to me (I’m geeking)
The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)
I f*ck her once, then she leave (Smash)
She only got her f*cking keys; I give her phone down the street