Plan B

Lyrics

[Intro] Whoa, whoa Yeah Niggas, they scared, won't come to the round GL4 Mobb shit, man, stop playin' wit' this shit Whoa [Verse] Woah You ain't talking 'bout Glokk, you ain't talking 'bout nun' Spin five days a week just for fun Real GF nigga, they ain't stuntin' I'ma spend $100 just like 1s Pop out the cut and go nuts I call my brother to pop out the cut, roll your ass like a blunt You keep on acting like you wit' it, my niggas they pop out the cut with no chicken, a drum Try me, I'ma get sum' BabyWhoa, I'm the don They broke as hell, they share alarms No, I'm not trippin', bring your friend too All the plates get ate, edible I'm 3rd world, I'm not original Pull out them dracos, this shit can get physical Play with B Whoa, then them boys in a pickle Yeah, okay I like how this rhyme Yeah, okay I likе how she suck it I got the Glock, tuck it Gold karat on me, this likе chicken nugget He scared of the blick, huh, yeah, he pussy, I know he gon' snitch Gelato 41, we ain't smokin' on no spliff Big ass Glock, red tip, switch on that bitch I fucked her friend, I switched on that bitch Glock 19, switches on it Bro hit the phone, got 100 thou' at least Back in the day when I was 17, I walked around with the Kel-Tec Scripts in the door, I'm trapping that bitch out, they like, "How you mail that?" I'm B Whoa, c'mon man Squash that, you ain't got no plan I'll really show you who the bad man He ain't on nothing boy, stop that white flag Get back gang, you know they toe tag 30 round clip and I bought bro mags Man, I'm trippin, I'm trippin, I'm trippin I won't fuck her friend, so I gotta' keep my distance I got this bitch going, I got her in a blickle That bitch got the racks, so yea, we finna trick 'em Yeah, I'm a vamp, got the dogs, sick 'em Back in the day, used to rip off $100 fees, now a nigga getting tall millions Bitch get the fuck out, good riddance Bitch get the fuck out, you trippin' You think you finna' swing on my nigga? That boy get to jumpin' like Tigger Bitch, what you saying to me? Man, what you saying to me? You know the plan B Ha, you know I'm spazzing Caught the boy slipping, we laughing Feel like Michael Jackson, the way that I pull up on bitches and bitches drop down You know we got glick, nigga pipe the fuck down More bodies drop in the A then Chi-Town Stick to ya'll face, nigga get the fuck down Served him a dummy, he bought the whole pound Nun' but bad bitches just chill in my lounge Nigga he pussy, I don't come to round Nigga he pussy, I knew he was clown I had got right with a whole new sound Babywhoa, Babywhoa, Babywhoa, Babywhoa