++Plan

Bando shit Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm touring Baby bottle, but them babies not for me I'm out the cut, 'cause that shit, it got boring I look at my brother, he told me he for me Balenciaga really startin' to annoy me Pullin' up, and you know we is four deep OG Plug, I think he like 40 I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France I'm thinkin' too much, so I took me a Xan' I'm thinkin' too much, so I think I'm the man I do what I want, and he do what he can White boy put me on carnival land I'm in my head tryna think of a plan I'm thinkin' too much so I couldn't understand I'm in LA hittin' licks with my friends Count up too much, I can't run out of bands Money on me when I get out of bed You could run up on my racks, and you dead I know some killers, put that rack on yo' head Can't even run off with that sack, 'cause you scared I put .33 to 'em, hmm Burn 'em, you see through 'em Damn, the drugs, I'ma speak to 'em With yo' ho and she gon' be a freak to 'em I ain't buy me a chop', I don't need one Nigga's pussy, I think he might need one If I look at the money, I speedrun Nigga saving the pack, 'cause he need some Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm touring Baby bottle, but them babies not for me I'm out the cut, 'cause that shit, it got boring I look at my brother, he told me he for me Balenciaga really startin' to annoy me Pullin' up, and you know we is four deep OG Plug, I think he like 40 I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France I'm thinkin' too much, so I took me a Xan' I'm thinkin' too much, so I think I'm the man I do what I want, and he do what he can White boy put me on carnival land I'm in my head tryna think of a plan Mmh, I'm countin' again I'm turnin' five, nigga, to a ten Fake love, ain't got time to pretend I did it before, I see through like a lens If he not dead, then I shoot him again Wockhardt, I ain't sippin no Gin Thought it was me, but it's really my twin You niggas cap hard, like the 'Gram You don't know me, but she know who I am You not on no real shit, you a spam Niggas will act hard for the cam Niggas that act hard for them bands I run it up, spend that shit with my mans Don't give a fuck, I pull out and I spray 'em Stick 'em up, tell 'em show me yo' hands Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm touring Baby bottle, but them babies not for me I'm out the cut, 'cause that shit, it got boring I look at my brother, he told me he for me Balenciaga really startin' to annoy me Pullin' up, and you know we is four deep OG Plug, I think he like 40 I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France I'm thinkin' too much, so I took me a Xan' I'm thinkin' too much, so I think I'm the man I do what I want, and he do what he can White boy put me on carnival land I'm in my head tryna think of a plan Bando shit, bitch Yung Brando, bitch