plan

Huh, I can't wife the bitch, she crazy, put it up her nose
I can't trust this hoe, she tryna fuck me and my bros
Huh, Balenciaga, head to toe, but I still got chrome
Huh, I hit her phone like pull up, then she give me dome

Racks comin' in, perc popped a ten, shirt cost a band
Oxy like the men, but I still got my issues
So I popped a xan
Then I got a plan, I might fuck a fan
I might crash the Benz, I might catch your mans lacking

Corner store trappin, I be trappin' out the three fives
My brothers swervin' in that traffic, drivin' like he got three lives
I can give you one and two, but it ain't gon' pass the three tries
I can't put my trust on you if you playin' three sides
I way I rock this all black fit, you think I got them mob ties
Fuck the bitch and put it on the web, I call it monetize
A hundred thousand fuckin' miles, yeah, that's my money size
I ain't sleepin' in this whip, hollow comin' out this fye



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Writer(s): Jaelin Yang
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