Plottin

I know a nigga been plotting on me if he go and switch up

He said he ain't mean it when he went and

I know a nigga been plotting on me if he go and switch up
He said he ain't mean it when he went and told but he still got hit up
Yeah they left him cold
We taking ya soul you go against us
He must thought we ain't mean it when we say it's up that we gone bend sum

Yeah we spin again and again
Fuck on a opp bitch kick her out my crib
Then I go fuck on her friend
He say he outside
Show him where I live we turn that boy to a man
We leave a fuck boy all on the media he make the wrong post on the gram
We turn that boy to a gram

I pour Iman inna Kobe
Clip Pippen, bald heads Ginobili
Please act the right way you approach me
We turn ya cap holy moly
Stick him up with this here pole an leave him straight as one
I beat it up to Billie Jean that kid is not my son
We get the drop we catch a opp an turn him morning sun
We get shit poppin triple O one yeah come get thirty oned
We turn that pup to a pit
Please don't act dumb iont got my gun I'm still gone run in yo shit
Fuck round an knock off ya lip

I know a nigga been plotting on me if he go and switch up
He said he ain't mean it when he went and told but he still got hit up
Yeah they left him cold
We taking ya soul you go against us
He must thought we ain't mean it when we say it's up that we gone bend sum

Yeah we spin again and again
Fuck on a opp bitch kick her out my crib
Then I go fuck on her friend
He say he outside
Show him where I live we turn that boy to a man
We leave a fuck boy all on the media he make the wrong post on the gram
We turn that boy to a gram

Then we turn a ball to a brick
I make my dime
Give slime a high five
Then we go switch up shifts
All this chicken I look like a Popeyes Biscuit stuck to my hip
He watched his man die, then watched his mom cry an still didn't pick up shit
They turnt that boy to a bitch
I call Whicks he sliding OD turn ya OG to jit
We call up Shaka to get the job done an wait for them cases to lift
The way bro tote it you think it's legal
He turn ya man to a spliff
Ain't no option Brodie gonna leave you cause he don't play with dat shit
We turn a play to a hit
I ain't gone cap way before I was up I was turning a eight to a zip
Then turnt that zip to a stick
I turn a good girl to a trick
Then kick the bitch out my shit
Cut her off if she throwing a fit
I'm too petty won't call her a Lyft

I know a nigga been plotting on me if he go and switch up
He said he ain't mean it when he went and told but he still got hit up
Yeah they left him cold
We taking ya soul you go against us
He must thought we ain't mean it when we say it's up that we gone bend sum

Yeah we spin again and again
Fuck on a opp bitch kick her out my crib
Then I go fuck on her friend
He say he outside
Show him where I live we turn that boy to a man
We leave a fuck boy all on the media he make the wrong post on the gram
We turn that boy to a gram



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Writer(s): Robert Darnell Butler, Robert Lee Grace Iii, Marquis Q Brown
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