"Plane Crash" lyrics
Mg Sleepy & BabyTron Lyrics
[BabyTron:]
(Jose the Plug)
Huh, ayy
Me and Sleepy in the A facin' Plane Crash
It's a quarter of that za in that Chase pack
I might go shit emoji for the face tat'
Scored an eight of that Qua', cups out of RaceTrac
Diamonds in the rough, we the needles out the haystack
I had that '02 Accord, now it's Maybachs
Oh, you wanna learn the game? Then just say that
You gon' have to pay that, I couldn't get a hey back
Now I'm posted up with my private chef, bitch, taste that
Hit his drank with some Ajax, down the way, I got eight jacks
I might build a bitch, get her titties done and her waist snatched
What brodie say? Shit, this Midwest motion
Get the drank off Cooper Street, shit, it's Midwest potions
I can't get a CPL, still in the Midwest totin'
Lil' Fuzz went and caught a hat, shit, I'm impressed, soldier
[MG Sleepy:]
I said carry the city on my back, got big shoulders
Bitch, don't think because I rap that I won't put this bitch on you
I said I took the lemons off my feet with Rick Owen
I had to cut my nigga off, threw him a front, he still owed me
I said, my nigga engine-swapped a real stoly
Feel like fuck rap, but I done made some M's and still goin'
I said, I knew the shit was bunk, I still sold it
In a rental car, I made a fifty out a Ford Focus
I said I got arrested for the blick I'm still totin'
Tried to backdoor, but I done peeped game, I still noticed
I said you ever had to trap rats and kill roaches?
In a trap house around some methheads and real odors
I said my phone be hittin' hard for real smokers
I got clientele work at the courthouse and bill holders
I said he got ten bands to do a tape, he still owe me
Paid the waiter right away, we took the cheese and still owed him
(Jose the Plug)
Huh, ayy
Me and Sleepy in the A facin' Plane Crash
It's a quarter of that za in that Chase pack
I might go shit emoji for the face tat'
Scored an eight of that Qua', cups out of RaceTrac
Diamonds in the rough, we the needles out the haystack
I had that '02 Accord, now it's Maybachs
Oh, you wanna learn the game? Then just say that
You gon' have to pay that, I couldn't get a hey back
Now I'm posted up with my private chef, bitch, taste that
Hit his drank with some Ajax, down the way, I got eight jacks
I might build a bitch, get her titties done and her waist snatched
What brodie say? Shit, this Midwest motion
Get the drank off Cooper Street, shit, it's Midwest potions
I can't get a CPL, still in the Midwest totin'
Lil' Fuzz went and caught a hat, shit, I'm impressed, soldier
[MG Sleepy:]
I said carry the city on my back, got big shoulders
Bitch, don't think because I rap that I won't put this bitch on you
I said I took the lemons off my feet with Rick Owen
I had to cut my nigga off, threw him a front, he still owed me
I said, my nigga engine-swapped a real stoly
Feel like fuck rap, but I done made some M's and still goin'
I said, I knew the shit was bunk, I still sold it
In a rental car, I made a fifty out a Ford Focus
I said I got arrested for the blick I'm still totin'
Tried to backdoor, but I done peeped game, I still noticed
I said you ever had to trap rats and kill roaches?
In a trap house around some methheads and real odors
I said my phone be hittin' hard for real smokers
I got clientele work at the courthouse and bill holders
I said he got ten bands to do a tape, he still owe me
Paid the waiter right away, we took the cheese and still owed him
