Plotting

Beg to differ cause he lying oh wait now he fining Yeah
When I was 12, 9, yeah, like he self denin' yeah
Preservin' all my life, tryna rectify, yeah
Made this kid cry, yeah, I'm not fuckin
Plottin', yeah Shoot this kid 100 hundred rounds holy fuck
Shoot him down Hundred choppas on me now, back to the main
Focus Yo bitch tryna fuck me now, I'm not really
Foein' now yo bitch tryna play now I'm just kiddin
Beg to differ cause he lying oh wait now he fining Yeah
When I was 12, 9, yeah, like he self denin' yeah
Bitches ain't no average hoe tryna down on me
Now it's ain't saint show
It's about time we get it, it's alright, we finna wipe it, yeah
I'll get mobbed, bro, we start it, the world gets lit
Man flexin' them cars, but it's his dad's, he don't even got a permit
So what you tryna do bro you aint shit
All these people pussy, yeah, we poppin' off like Jiro
We're on the mall in Central, we in Atlanta, imagine, aye
Chronic, all these fools shit, they need to stop it
I get a 40 in my pocket, bitch, I'm a sinner, and make you fuckin' mad
Try it, yeah, huh, you ain't send no emails, huh
Keep name out of mouth, that's who's big, bro
You a child, bitch, On Marry Roll (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah (huh yeah huh yeah)
Pause, tryna get to my head, I said, fuck that
I was out with your hoe, but she's too flat
You not mature boy, your just a little brat
Stand on my money my pocket's too fat
And I'm out with gang, we not hangin' with frats
And after I say (your cooking ass)
Uh-huh, it tastes like dick
Uh-huh, I wanna eat ass
Every time that I eat it, it hurts my ass
Yeah, chef pp your cookings penis
Uh, uh chef pp your cooking ass



Credits
Writer(s): Sirus Leigh Dearmore
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