Pilot Plan
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Not a damn soul gone stop me
Bitch in TOPP how the fuck you gonna top me
Yeah I know a nigga can be cocky
But I always hit scores no hockey
Make sure you take it slow with caution
When you see me all you see it what a boss is, Yeah
Even if I lose no losses
So you niggas better choose real cautious
Really live what I say don't talk it
Radar stay locked on target
Reverse hit break then park it
It make a nigga elevate when I spark it yeah
Cause I hate to sit
So much diamonds on my arm she wanna rape my wrist
Now she blowing up my phone & I hate the shit
Now she all up in her feelings so she pleads the fifth
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
You ain't gotta tell me cause I know I'm on
Don't need validation nigga move along
And I do it right never do it wrong
Yea I do it nice & I do it long whoa
They be like he tight where the hell he from whoa
They be like you right where the hell he from whoa
Bitch I'm from the TOPP bout to make a storm
Nigga, I just want the paper nothing less
Nigga, I might get the paper on my chest
Nigga, I just want it all till nothings left
Said I just want it all till nothings left
Sorry if I'm going on a rant
But I can't be losing time I really cant
Bitch I've been the boss I've been the man
All my Pilots screaming out the chant
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Not a damn soul gone stop me
Bitch in TOPP how the fuck you gonna top me
Yeah I know a nigga can be cocky
But I always hit scores no hockey
Make sure you take it slow with caution
When you see me all you see it what a boss is, Yeah
Even if I lose no losses
So you niggas better choose real cautious
Really live what I say don't talk it
Radar stay locked on target
Reverse hit break then park it
It make a nigga elevate when I spark it yeah
Cause I hate to sit
So much diamonds on my arm she wanna rape my wrist
Now she blowing up my phone & I hate the shit
Now she all up in her feelings so she pleads the fifth
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
You ain't gotta tell me cause I know I'm on
Don't need validation nigga move along
And I do it right never do it wrong
Yea I do it nice & I do it long whoa
They be like he tight where the hell he from whoa
They be like you right where the hell he from whoa
Bitch I'm from the TOPP bout to make a storm
Nigga, I just want the paper nothing less
Nigga, I might get the paper on my chest
Nigga, I just want it all till nothings left
Said I just want it all till nothings left
Sorry if I'm going on a rant
But I can't be losing time I really cant
Bitch I've been the boss I've been the man
All my Pilots screaming out the chant
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
Girl, I know you want me to be your man
I'm sorry baby girl but that is not the Pilot Plan
You see my niggas married yeah we married to them bands
The plan is to wrap bands with rubber bands
My niggas be like...
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Writer(s): Aaron Loving
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