She Never Been To Pluto
 作词 : Symere Woods/Nayvadius Wilburn/Pierre Thevenot/Brandon Terrell Veal
 作曲 : Symere Woods/Nayvadius Wilburn/Pierre Thevenot/Brandon Terrell Veal
Oh, oh, oh
Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Kick a bitch out, like, "Toodles" (Yeah)
Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (Yeah)
My pockets gettin' bigger than a sumo (Yeah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin' that Naruto (Yeah)
Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (Yeah)
I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin', yeah (Yeah)
She was kickin' shit with me like judo (Judo, Yeah)
Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols
She ain't never never been to Pluto (Woah)
Young niggas stay in the same drama
****in' on another nigga baby mama (Ehh)
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (Yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with the K on it (Yeah)
I shoot the three like I'm Ray Allen (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can't stay out it
My niggas they used to play out here, yeah
We got a lot of bands, I turned to a bandit (Yeah)
I just popped a half and I'm not landin' (Yeah)
I just know she bad and she too savage
Every thing I do is outstanding
Everything on me Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (Balenci', Balenc')
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (Balenci', Balenc')
This Rollie don't do no tick-tickin' (This Rollie don't tick)
My diamonds hit back like a freezer (My diamonds hit back)
And none of my bitches is picky (And none of my bitches)
Petty level, my coupe like it's missing
I might just go cop the new ghost (Might, might)
**** on your bitch, yeah, broke down on the bed
These niggas broke, no, they don't got no bread (Yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain't weak in my legs (I carried the game)
What? Weak in my legs, or which I done said (Yeah)
**** on your ho, and she givin' me head
After I'm done, put that lil' bitch to bed, heard what I said
Boy, I won't shoot, but I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he shootin' the rifle (Yeah)
We smashing and swerving the Viper (Yeah)
My jacket made out of tiger (Yeah)
My cars made out of carbon fiber (Yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up beside you (Yeah)
Bitch, we done shot up the opps (The opps, yeah)
Them niggas dead on arrival (Yeah)
Boy I don't go out of space for these hoes
Might as well go outer space (Nah)
Tell me when you're ready, yeah
Tell me when you're ready, yeah (Go)
Push the Rolls Royce like a Chevy
And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus (Skkr-skkr)
Bando to bando to bando
I'm havin' a seizure with the Draco, sliding (Brrt)
Young Young came through, sprayed up the spot
You hear, "Kaboom," a nigga heard sirens
On a roll like boxes of drugs, told Diego I can't hide it (Freebandz)
Shawty been runnin' with the Goonies, I ain't got no stylist
Should've put your bitch in the Boonies, but they can't find her, [?] when we find her (Go)
I know I'm goin' bezerko, that's for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (For-sure-ski)
I know where I'm goin', set in silk, Hermés on my curtains, yeah
Bust down baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I'm getting so wet
Come and correct, you already know how niggas come and grab on the fifth (Woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that jet
Tell me when you're ready, yeah
Diamonds, all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad ass bitch, I just trip from Milan
Chopped the lights, hedges
I line that shit up like edges (Line 'em up)
I wrap the bill up like a Presi'
I come inside but tryna go steady
I put these karats on my ring
Ain't tryna marry no bitch 'til I'm ready ('Til I'm ready)
Man, that pretty lil' shit, I done stabbed in it
Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
I style your medallion, blown a Ferrari, Italian
I'm out of here, all the way out of here
Baby Pluto all the way out of here
I'm stylin' you baby, I'm stylin' you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I'm proud of you, nigga, you droppin' them bodies
You get you a Bird membership
A gang of niggas gon' go up when I go up
I can't forget 'em (Gang)