Plastics (feat. Young Canon)

I rather be at home wit my girl dawg At least I know everything real All these bitches up in here got ass shots I would rather apple tv and chill Chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill That booty ain't real, real, real, real Real, real, real, we want real How that ass so big, but yo legs small Where the cellulite at where the stretch marks She said squats take too long, too hard So I went and got a booty from the d.r. Her instagram popping right now, she a model Them niggas don't know that ass fake when they follow That tupperware booty got them niggas on rocko My bitch non gmo, I prefer natural If you thick baby celebrate it Just to get in the game they play operation I know yo body did a change, and you kinda hate it But Them titties got big since you had a baby Girl yo snap back magic, you a fantastic beast, you a savage And you don't ever gotta cheat to be the baddest You mean girl, you don't f*ck wit the plastics I rather be at home wit my girl dawg At least I know everything real All these bitches up in here got ass shots I would rather apple tv and chill Chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill That booty ain't real, real, real, real Real, real, real, we want real I like em thick wit a slim waist Type to back it up and put in ya face I can tell she been working on that new shape Cause when she walk her booty talk, ain't nothin fake Everything real, shawty got a whip appeal, Lookin like a snack, I'm just tryna make a meal No ass shots, got a thang for the gym Say them pilates and designer got her on ten On fleek, she a stone cold freak Cellulite on the cheeks, that's real booty meat Get it right, keep it tight, put Chanel on her feet Real diamonds on her neck, drip drop, icy oooooh Like damn what a hater think She a boss keep real, money in the bank Ole broke ass hoes can't stand it You want that fake shit, go to Miami yeah I rather be at home wit my girl dawg At least I know everything real All these bitches up in here got ass shots I would rather apple tv and chill Chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill That booty ain't real, real, real, real Real, real, real, we want real Baby if it's real let me touch it That booty got stripes like a sergeant I can tell it's real when I touch it That booty got dimples and I love it Baby if it's real let me touch it Cause you be in the gym doin numbers I can tell it's real when I touch it Cause when you drop it down, it be jumpin Cause when you throw it back, it be jumpin When you drop it to the floor, it be jumpin Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin jumpin Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin We want real