Pleads (feat. Chief Keef & Nardo Wick)

Three on my feet, four on my tee (woo)
Five on my side (woo), six on my hand (woo)
Two for my jeans (woo, woo, woo)
You wanted this (woo, woo), you wanna sleep (woo)
But what's it mean?
You gonna plea (woo), you beg and plead (woo)

The ball is on me (woo), it's underneath (woo)
Thinkin' you can fuck with me (woo, woo), which one of me? (Woo)
I wanna see (woo)
One for the cat, two for the track
Four for the Rolls
Spent all them racks, can't get it back

I'm with the chopper to shoot down the plane
I'm finna start me a world war (ah, ah)
Saddam Hussein, smokin' on pain
Big-ass Sprite, it's straight orange
You got on my dick like a skateboard (skateboard)
Run to the bank like a race horse (race horse)
Just give me the top, I know you a bop
I don't really wanna go on dates, whore

If I really like it, then I'll buy you a bag
When it come to that pussy, don't pay for it (pay)
I'm in O' block, my motherfuckin' gang
Drinkin' on syrup like my throat sore
All my young niggas, they ready to crash
Workin' that pole like, "Dance, whore" (brr, brr)
Walk to the crib with a calm lil' fit
Your bitch like, "Damn, I got aura"

Give me that pussy like the cat in the hat (oh)
Came out the trap and I'm crackin' her back (rrah)
Your bitch is bad, mine badder than that
Jumped in the Porsche and got right to the racks (damn)
Feel like I'm center, I stay with the sack
When I talk shit, they start pedaling back
Just like a cobra, I'm killin' the rats
I don't give a fuck, I crash out on the track

Start seein' red and I'm fadin' to black
I'm on opp block and I'm very relaxed (rrah)
Just like I'm Bernie, I stay with the MAC
Wanted the bitch, but I ran to the bag
When I'm in Atlanta, you know I got swag
Nigga don't be like a motherfucking pet
Lil Gnar, Big Guap, can't go out sad
First, second and third, I won't never be last

Three on my feet, four on my tee
Five on my side, six on my hand
Two for my jeans
You wanted this, you wanna sleep
But what's it mean?
You gonna plea, you beg and plead

The ball is on me, it's underneath
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me?
I wanna see
One for the cat, two for the track
Four for the Rolls
Spent all them racks (ah, ah), ain't get it back (ah)

Pull up, zoom, zoom
Hop out, boom, boom, boom, boom (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Say he steppin' like I step
He can't, he ain't even laced his shoes (what the fuck be wrong?)
What the fuck be wrong with niggas?
These niggas ain't handlin' the business (mm, mm, mm)
I don't got eczema, but my fingers just won't stop itchin' (grrah, grrah)

Tell me where the fuck they at, niggas know I be ready to blitz it (mm)
Feel like a trick or some, they know I be ready to spin it (mm-mm)
Slidin' and swingin' that mini Drac' like Adonis at the park (grrah, grrah)
All these niggas rob me, bite

Nigga, better watch out, you bark (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hurry up and roll my window down like a nigga in here just farted (hm)
Hurry up and roll my window
Mm, fuck that, let me hop out, I park it
One ARP, two mini Dracs'
Three glizzy Glocks, four niggas parked
Five, la-la-la (rrah, rrah)

Three on my feet, four on my tee
Five on my side, six on my hand
Two for my jeans
You wanted this, you wanna sleep
But what's it mean?
You gonna plea, you beg and plead

The ball is on me, it's underneath
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me?
I wanna see
One for the cat, two for the track
Four for the Rolls
Spent all them racks, can't get it back

Three on my feet, four on my tee
Five on my side, six on my hand
Two for my jeans
You wanted this, you wanna sleep
But what's it mean?
You gonna plea, you beg and plead



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Sheppard, Horace Walls, Keith Cozart
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