Plottin'

Put that shit up on, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Put that shit up on the scale As my brother just stir the pot, woah Aye, put my shit up on the scale As my brother just stir the pot I seen bullets go through curtains And trap houses just get shot You can't ever catch me slipping I'm rollin' with dirty Glocks And my brother copped some shit That just hold about 30 shots If you plottin', you get popped I can't go out like no opp Put that shit up to his face When we pullin' up on they block And I might be sippin' on Triss But I always prefer the Wok And I'll do that shit all myself I don't need no one else to rock Niggas bitches in this shit They can never be in my spot Told them niggas quit that playing And meet me up at the top They was slippin' on the corner We spun right up on they block Had 'em bitchin', f*ck a witness My trigger finger got hot We ain't never missin' shots With the 15 up in this glock We ain't missin' if we dumping You better just stop from running And I swear that I'm the greatest I made it from off the pavement Now I'm dripped out in the latest My presence can make a statement Aye, aye My presence can make a statement I be dripped out in the latest I'm better, they have to face it I was trappin' with my brother We bagged it up in the basement You will never find another I never had a replacement Put that shit up on the scale As my brother just stir the pot I seen bullets go through curtains And trap houses just get shot You can't ever catch me slipping I'm rollin' with dirty Glocks And my brother copped some shit That just hold about 30 shots If you plottin', you get popped I can't go out like no opp Put that shit up to his face When we pullin' up on they block And I might be sippin' on Triss But I always prefer the Wok And I'll do that shit all myself I don't need no one else to rock They been trippin' in this bitch I already just beat the odds I found a way to make it work I ain't never needed no job All the money that we got Came from scammin', juggin', & robbing All these bitches on my top It get harder for me to stop He tried running like he ricky We jumpin' out with the glizzy Shawty thicker than a bitch And she swallowin' up my blicky Aye, aye She swallowing up the blicky Had to tell her man to chill Because shawty a little busy And I always keep it real We was really out in the field I was always about a dollar I'm steady chasin' them mil's And I did it all for my momma So she don't gotta pay bills And all these niggas run & tell Because all they know is to squeal Put that shit up on the scale As my brother just stir the pot I seen bullets go through curtains And trap houses just get shot You can't ever catch me slippin' I'm rollin' with dirty Glocks And my brother copped some shit That just hold about 30 shots And if you plottin', you get popped I can't go out like no opp Put that shit up to his face When we pullin' up on they block And I might be sippin' on Triss But I always prefer the Wok And I'll do that shit all myself I don't need no one else to rock, nigga