Plan BoofPaxkMooky
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[Intro]
Brando shit
[Chorus]
Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm tourin'
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 forty (Huh)
I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance
These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France
I'm geekin' 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
[Verse 1]
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' hoe and she gon' be a freak to 'em
I ain't buy me a chop', I don't need one
Niggas pussy, I think he might need one
If I look at the money, I speedrun
Nigga savin' the pack 'cause he need some
Brando shit
[Chorus]
Huh, CLS, I pull up like I'm tourin'
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 forty (Huh)
I shoot at the ground and I make that boy dance
These Wockhardt diamonds, they come in from France
I'm geekin' 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
[Verse 1]
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' hoe and she gon' be a freak to 'em
I ain't buy me a chop', I don't need one
Niggas pussy, I think he might need one
If I look at the money, I speedrun
Nigga savin' the pack 'cause he need some
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