Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me? [Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck?