[Verse 1]
Ratchet house party with the lights off
I can smell her p**y all night, dawg
All the hoes f**in in here, all the hoes f**in' they friends
You better keep the lights off
b**hes in the kitchen getting f**ed up
Kissing on each other, b**h I wanna f**
She s**ing on a bottle of Ciroc, don't stop
Got my dick standing tall like a mailbox
She popping, she smoking, she s**ing a dick
She owe me from Instagram, liking her pics
She DM my n***a, we tagging that b**h
Her friend was a nine and we tussled that b**h
I'm wit my n***as, we want all the b**hes
f** every n***a who ain't in it with us
All the hoes coming home with us
We gon' send them back full of nut (fill that b**h up)
[Chorus]
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram (yes huh)
That's the b**h from the gram (know you know her)
That's the b**h from the gram (prolly f**ed her)
That's the b**h from the gram (yeah)
That's the b**h from the gram (it's that b**h)
You know that she f**in', she bustin it open, god damn
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram (she freaky mane)
That's the b**h from the gram (be careful)
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram (I told you mane)
That's the b**h from the gram
You know that she f**in', she bustin it open, god damn
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
That's the b**h from the gram
You know that she f**in', she bustin it open, god damn
That's the b**h from the gram