Lemme show you what to do with it

Let it get some guy in there make it drop.

Tuck and twist, it don't look if you fucking crisp.

I'm rubbing clicks, so stay in catch, don't try to duck and miss.

Bitch, do your stretches, don't pull no hamstrings.

You got me moving, in fact, you doing the damn thing.

Stronger muscles, exercise, everybody, your body hurts.

Plus you've been sweating, thank God, your bathroom body works.

I like a woman that makes her own dough, don't need a lot of help.

But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt.

Lip gloss traces, you're piercing eleven places.

And your lips downtown just made some familiar faces, like what?

Head down, pussy, pussy, bottom.

I'm a second chapter to the pussy poppin' legacy

Tryna be the bitch, you can't go bitchin' so fuck with me

When I pop that grease, I'm on the beat and it's symbol of elite

When I'm in the seat, I'm doin' it spinnin', I'm luxury

'Til I got that head game, fuckin' up that dead plane

When I get me raw, I shout it, gon' let that head hang

...