Plottin ​thr33 (Ft. ‎OsamaSon)

[Intro: thr33]
-hit that boy like a 808 (NIGGA)
Lil' baby wan' fuck, I told her she gotta wait
Pull up to the party and I'm kinda' late
Hol' up, gotta turn this bih' to the MAX
These niggas so mad 'cause I get them racks
And we finna blow up, that's a fact
And I'm taking yo' car, nigga, that's a jack
Fuck nigga try' run, hit him in his back
I'm fuckin' his ho, I'm breakin' her back
He say he get bread, I do not agree
And these niggas know, I'm a different breed
I get so much bread, think it's on a tree
Twin drinkin' lean straight out the bottle
Glock in my jeans, walk with a waddle
Fuckin' with this bad bih', she a model
Nigga, I'm a leader, fuck a follow
D-DJ OB1

[Verse: osamason]
Plottin' on that lick, yeah (THAT SHIT IS FUCKING TRASH)
Yeah, I knew I was insane when I flipped that whip, yeah
Spin yo' block and dip (F-FUCK OFF THE AIRWAY)
I'on wanna hear that shit (No)
Came through, 'xtеnded clip
Brand new Glock with switch
Gunpowder on my fit
Boy, you brokе, I know you not hip, GO
Send you to the star, bitch
I'm like E.T, tryna send 'em home
Please don't diss on my phone (Bitch)
Cause I like the smoke, yeah
Choppa, cook filet mignon
Turn yo' bro to ghost, yeah
Smoke 'Za and that bitch strong
Smoke got on my clothes, yeah
His ho', love all my songs
Yeah, I'm her ringtone, yeah