Plane Crash (feat. Nuk & Fmb Dz)

(On some shit like that)

Ayy

Can't complain, shit, my phone just did a ten today

Michigan 'bows, shit, I gotta do the rental plates

Phone pumpin', **** really need to pump they brakes

I love BBLs, **** talkin' 'bout it's fake

This shit off the back, **** know we really rollin'

I just cashed three strikes, **** think we bowlin'

Damn, G, where the kits? Swear we should be pourin'

You ain't never touched no money, I'm already knowin'

You can't never make or break me, I'm already goin'

Whippin' babies ninety days straight, I'm already showin'

Tryna talk about some shit I'm already blowin'

If I ever get my word, you know that it's golden

I got dog sells, I be right there at the counter, though

Hit the road and leave with blue faces like Geronimo

Shop with me, I'ma get it to you, we gon' round the course

A thousand blues, they be singin' to me like The Commodores

I tried to change myself again, I'm back outside with Glocky

It's like as soon as we see a bag on y'all, we pattin' down y'all pockets

It's like as soon as y'all make me touch the bag, he addin' up his profit

Yeah, this ten milli gon'— flrrt, I hope **** feelin' cocky

You gotta pop three Percs and sip a five to wake up in my state

Boy, you gotta be a bull with horns to take me to your safe

What you know 'bout gettin' tar bricks and break 'em down like Klay?

Any time I pick the bag up, I'm leavin' with a crate

Plus I know my main clio good for ten-fifty a day

In the kitchen with the curtains closed, cookin' 'til it stank

This Glocky here got a button nose, I put it to his face

How the fuck them **** tryna beef with us? Them **** broke

Forty thousand on me, plus I got ten milli in my coat

Throw the oop to bro, he caught it with one hand and upped the score

I know some **** caught some cases in the V, it's open, though

I'll get down and put my shoulder in the bag like roll for dope

My next time pickin' up the lean, I might go comatose

I ain't gon' even have to click the beam if I get on him close

Every time my phone ring, I eat, you know I do the most

Miami Beach on the yacht, ****, you be playin' boats

Pray to God oceanside, they just wash up on the coast

Thousand 'bows, two months, boy, I really am the GOAT

It ain't shit for me to grab a pop and smack it with a five

Your spot slow, I'll front the bag and make it come alive

Your bitch beggin', callin' me for money, I'll make her take a drive

Told Nuk, "Bitch, I need a book, come meet me at the hive"

Me and John back to back in Tracks, we racin' up the lodge

Before you catch me in Miami with some thick fine shit

Ain't no point to hit my line for real if you ain't buyin' shit

I'll switch sins to get a win, I'm on my Bron shit

I just banged on the plug 'cause he was talkin' nonsense