Pants Down lyrics

[Intro]
(Henry, you ate this one)
(My n*gga Brando the sickest)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)

[Refrain]
I'm in this b*tch on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin' on that sh*t that make him flash out
And I'm the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked your mans down
Huh? Top, baby, uh, look

[Chorus]
Know I'm 'posed to have this blick, I'm in this b*tch, just me and Khris (In this b*tch)
She in this b*tch, 'round nothin' but gangsters, she just wanna eat the di*k (Eat the di*k)
I come up from that gutter sh*t (Gutter)
This Lambo' cost one million (Yeah), hit this b*tch and watch my muffler spit (Vroom, vroom)
Them gunners tryna get me
I'm gon' flush a b*tch, you better not try that sh*t with me
I'm up in this b*tch, you know I got that sh*t in me
All these diamonds glist, check out how they hit on me (Bah, bah)
You better watch what the f*ck you sayin', these 5s gon' whack your ass for free (Blatt)

[Refrain]
I'm finna pass out
I'm in this b*tch on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin' on that sh*t that make him flash out
I'm the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked the mans down (Rrr)
I'ma get him ran down
[Verse]
I just wanna cut up in this b*tch, I got my pants down
Push up with that stick about that sh*t that you was sayin' 'bout
Henry make 'em jig, in here with 10, he got them bands out
Bad b*tch, cuttin' up, ass up, face down (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm the one who buy two, when I pop two, I'm turned up with my dudes
Jaws locked up, I can't move
Whole club get shot up, pus*y n*gga say he gon' try who? (Who?)
I'm too smooth, the whole section gon' get thugged if I lose my groove, b*tch
Don't make me flash out, I'ma click out, once it's up, you gon' get touched
You got me f*cked up if you think you just gon' mug
You ain't no fool, bro got his tool inside this club just for to slam one of you dudes
f*ck all the rules, n*gga, tote this hammer just to bam you and who through
She throwin' that ass 'round, huh, what is that 'bout? Huh (Hey)
I'm finna pass out (Wow), she gon' make a n*gga show her with that bad mouth (Hey)
I ain't givin' not one f*ck 'bout what you read 'bout (Nah)
Tryna keep my head in, she tryna get her head out, my pants down

[Chorus]
Know I'm 'posed to have this blick, I'm in this b*tch, just me and Khris (I'm in this b*tch)
She in this b*tch, 'round nothin' but gangsters, she just wanna eat the di*k (Wanna eat the di*k)
I come up from that gutter sh*t (Gutter)
This Lambo' cost one million, hit this b*tch and watch my muffler spit
Them gunners tryna get me (Yeah)
I'm gon' flush a b*tch, you better not try that sh*t with me (Yeah)
I'm up in this b*tch, you know I got that sh*t in me
All these diamonds glist, check out how they hit on me
You better watch what the f*ck you sayin', these 5s gon' whack your ass for free (Bit, bit, bit)
[Refrain]
I'm in this b*tch on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin' on that sh*t that make him flash out
And I'm the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked your mans down
Huh? Top, baby
Huh, I'm finna pass out
I'm in this b*tch on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin' on that sh*t that make him flash out
I'm the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked your mans down
I'ma get him ran down