On Ma Pants Lyrics

(Cjay, why you do that, man?)

Bitch pullin' on my pants, huh

Bitch pullin' on my pants

Bitch tuggin' on my pants

Bitch pullin' on my pants

Bitch pullin' on my pants

Bitch tuggin' on my pants

Bitch tuggin' on my pants

Bitch keep pullin' my pants

I fuck my bitch was too good, oh my God

This lil' bitch just told me that she need me

She actin' up, I'ma hit from the back

I'ma fuck my bitch, guess she a diva

Baby, she looked in my eyes and said

When I get done, no, I better not leave her

I'ma just sit from the back, when I'm done

You can't see me, I feel like John Cena

I get the racks, the rickety racks

I feel like my name is Serena

Bands cash, stickety stack

When I spin in your block, I ain't talkin' no laps

Baby said I got good D, like clamps

I'm on my hot shit like I got fever

I'm workin' out in the pussy

My baby said my dick is bomb, I feel like I'm Bautista

Told her I want her, no, I do not need her

I'm in the coupe, no, it's not a two-seater

When I push her, I'ma slide with my heater

You fuckin' with me, I'ma hit you the seeker

Told this lil' bitch when I hit from the back

I'ma do it two-times, and I feel like a sequel

Oh yeah, I'm out of state, on a motherfuckin' plane

I hit Philly right now like a motherfuckin' eagle

No, no, no, I cannot talk to them people

I can't rat no, I can't snitch

I slide on a motherfuckin' block, oh my God

You know that I get ignorant , but i'm not a Prick

He flashing the stick, oh my God, I know that is not yours , that's your bro

Oh my God, not impressed, baby done gave me the sloppiest neck

I'ma keep goin' you thought I was done

But I'm tryna get money, I'm tryna get checks

Fuck a bitch, oh my God, princess

Tell my bitch that I wish her the best

It ain't no rap in my cap, ooh

It ain't no cap in my rap, not a skit

You be cappin' in the booth, oh my God

Every time you be havin' that writer's block

I told my lil' bitch that I got her the bike

And I looked up, she still tryna ride my cock

If I pull up with glocky and you got a problem

You know that i'm shooting, no i won't stop

I keep droppin' snippets on the Instagram

Nigga be askin' me "when is your album dropping?"

I'm high as hell in the motherfuckin' booth

My bro pulled up with gas, talkin Calvin bruh

Bitch pullin' on my pants, huh

Bitch pullin' on my pants

Bitch tuggin' on my pants

Bitch pullin' on my pants

Bitch pullin' on my pants

Bitch tuggin' on my pants

Bitch tuggin' on my pants

Bitch keep pullin' my pants

I fuck my bitch was too good, oh my God

This lil' bitch just told me that she need me

She actin' up, I'ma hit from the back

I'ma fuck my bitch, guess she a diva

Baby, she looked in my eyes and said

When I get done, no, I better not leave her

I'ma just sit from the back, when I'm done

You can't see me, I feel like John Cena