LYRICS:

Shawty you must be a master.. by now... cause every nigga... slid that V card ..v card .. I knocked your best friend after...you left town ..and the apple don’t fall too far... no the don’t fall too far

Shawty bad Janet Jackson...college grad...city girl....no lacking....got a man but she say he ain’t packing...I made her leak like a ship no captain... you get around I won’t blow up ya spot...I’m tryna slide you the lumber ..let me fill up ya slot...your best friend hit my line imma give her a shot...they really tryna catch em all call it poke mon thots ...

She master by now...she be tricking niggas for they v card...v card.. we hit the bank right after....we threw down....and I think this went way too far