
Name On The Plot tjay (Ft. 2gaudy)
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[Intro]
Ayy, Tjay, you made this?
[Chorus]
Woah, woah, woah (Woah)
Shit ain't hard for me (Woah, woah, woah), could do this easily (Okay)
Pockets on big no little, it ain't hard to see (Okay)
G-19 the sandman, made him go to sleep (Okay)
Bullet at his head top, and his bitch saw how I live
So we made the bed rock, not a single fuck that I could give
If money ain't the main plot, fuck nigga got in my way
He got buried in the same spot, see his name on the plot
[Verse]
Walk in the party with big swag
They know me like I'm wearing a name tag
Yeah, they used to treat me like a dirtbag
Now I'm steady collecting their dog tags
So in tune, I been dodging the Jakes' ass
My bitch talkin' crazy, I don't take sass
So I had to take her back to math class
And remind her that it's me who counts racks
Yeah, 'cause I don't miss (Don't miss)
It can't get better than this (No games)
She see me stackin' the chips (What kind?)
She know that this ain't no Frito-Lay, huh
Brand new Beretta (Watch out)
You good, but I could do better (No doubt)
I got an iron maiden on me, I got the heaviest metal
Ayy, Tjay, you made this?
[Chorus]
Woah, woah, woah (Woah)
Shit ain't hard for me (Woah, woah, woah), could do this easily (Okay)
Pockets on big no little, it ain't hard to see (Okay)
G-19 the sandman, made him go to sleep (Okay)
Bullet at his head top, and his bitch saw how I live
So we made the bed rock, not a single fuck that I could give
If money ain't the main plot, fuck nigga got in my way
He got buried in the same spot, see his name on the plot
[Verse]
Walk in the party with big swag
They know me like I'm wearing a name tag
Yeah, they used to treat me like a dirtbag
Now I'm steady collecting their dog tags
So in tune, I been dodging the Jakes' ass
My bitch talkin' crazy, I don't take sass
So I had to take her back to math class
And remind her that it's me who counts racks
Yeah, 'cause I don't miss (Don't miss)
It can't get better than this (No games)
She see me stackin' the chips (What kind?)
She know that this ain't no Frito-Lay, huh
Brand new Beretta (Watch out)
You good, but I could do better (No doubt)
I got an iron maiden on me, I got the heaviest metal
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