No Plot.

She like fast cars, vet, she trying to crash over wreck
Shit got no plot, RPo

She like fast cars, vet, she trying to crash over wreck
These niggas be sleep, I know you need the rest
I'm all about money, power, and respect
No DJ Khaled, nigga, we the best

I aim for your head, you don't need a vest
Sargent RPo, you better come correct
Nigga better get right or you gettin' left
I'll cook it myself I'm my own chef

Lil' boy ass nigga didn't clean his mess
I'm the answer E, I'm all above the rest
I give one, two, three, now your ass is slept
I might hit a high note, call me Y. Cliff
Left her ass in the D, and she like "what the F?"
My car on E is nine miles left
Made em walk the eight mile, call em Eminem

I swear this song right here got no plot
Bitch, I'm at the top spot
Whippin' that cake, call me Betty Crock
Serving yay, had to cook it in Crock-Pot
Call me Dwayne, my nigga, do you smell the rock?
Ain't no D-Wade, nigga's gay, and it gotta stop
Bust down AP, man, I swear that shit hard to watch
Bust down Rollie, man, I swear that shit gory

She like to ride, Jessie, from Toy Story
All these niggas around, sound so abhorrent, boring, forged, horrid
Damn, I get high like an eagle I'm soaring
Im just trying to find my way, like Dory
Steady blowing my high, man, that shit so annoying
I get the head to tail, she get flipped like a coin
Got a brand new whip, man, it ain't a foreign

Bitch

She like fast cars, vet, she trying to crash over wreck
These niggas be weak, pick up your reps
Im addicted to money, clothes, and sex
Rookie nigga, I'm a well-known vet
You niggas be rats, mice, pests
Snitch ass nigga



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Writer(s): Chris Radford
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