"Pluto Taught Me" lyrics
Bfb Da Packman & Rio Da Yung Og Lyrics
[Bfb Da Packman:]
(Enrgy made this one)
Ooh
This like some
Neptunes shit, some Pharrell shit, but look, though
Look, y'ello, look
GLE 63 look like a turtle shell
I want an ugly bestie, can't be cute 'cause I know myself
Give a bitch some raw meat like a bogus chef
One deep, droppin' pounds off on Bouldercrest
I really know Lou Grams, I'm a fly shifter
Cheat on my bitch, get caught, then I cry with her
I can't see the competition, I'm a blind nigga
Ugly, I was broke, now I'm rich, I'm a fine nigga
Six-point-four supercharger hemi got a whine in it
Unity, I fuck with the fours and the five niggas
It's Thanksgiving, brodie bought a couple pies with him
Nigga pulled out some green lean, that's a vibe killer
We'll ban a nigga
DJ Drama lifestyle, I keep a cannon with me
She a cougar now, I still wanna fuck Havana Ginger
Baby left blood on my lap, I had to slam a stripper
R.I.P. Jalen Cox, goddamn, I miss him
Kenesha stay on my mind like an aneurysm
Good business got me rich, I don't be scammin' niggas
Got a pint of Act' I never drunk, I'm dirty dancing with it
Nigga, Pluto taught me
It's codeine in my cup, I don't do the coffee
Baby, I can't eat your alfredo if the noodles soggy
She know I'm up dog shit, she tryna get the doo-doo off me
Enrgy, pause that beat, I don't stink, though
This rap shit got us rich, we used to slang dope
Nigga, all my bitches got money, I'm a great coach
Give a fuck if we in church, I got that ratchet, I just can't go
Brrr, you better duck
Already got a good bitch, I want a better slut
You belong in jail, you put lean in a 7-Up
The hoes leave with us, we treat the E-lade like a shuttle bus, on God
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Hold on, 7-Ups cool
We used to take Hi-Tech and pour up twos in small 7-Ups
The nigga got hit with a button seven times from the belly up
Is that a belly button?
Yes, I got snatched by the feds, but I ain't tell 'em nothin'
Don't believe them blog pages
They was postin' bullshit, but they all hatin'
I'll shoot some shit right now, I got a ball waitin'
And I'll make the shot
I swear to God, bro, I woke up at 6, drunk an eight 'fore 8 o'clock
That was two hours
I'm so motherfuckin' high, I'm finna overdose, I took two showers
Took a cold shower, then a hot shower
Still can't believe Ju died, I'll die 'bout it
I'll die 'bout him, do that make sense?
I'll die 'bout a dead nigga, I'll break shit
I'll face shit, I'll take shit
I got an old-school—
I got a freaky old nigga did a thirty, he'll rape shit
My bitch daughter teeth crooked, I just had to pay for braces
My kids ain't gon' grow up like me, I pay for education
Ghost takin' niggas' chains, I told him chill, I got a necklace waitin'
Soon as he come home
He in the Genesee County, but we so fuckin' turnt I could come phone
They tried to jump me, I ain't have my gun, I had to run home
I came back, jumped out with the gun and made him run home
Then he ran in the house and we shot it up
I just had to tell my label ten million dollars not enough
We the Gaffle Boyz
I gotta wind the cars down, I hear a tracker noise
(Enrgy made this one)
Ooh
This like some
Neptunes shit, some Pharrell shit, but look, though
Look, y'ello, look
GLE 63 look like a turtle shell
I want an ugly bestie, can't be cute 'cause I know myself
Give a bitch some raw meat like a bogus chef
One deep, droppin' pounds off on Bouldercrest
I really know Lou Grams, I'm a fly shifter
Cheat on my bitch, get caught, then I cry with her
I can't see the competition, I'm a blind nigga
Ugly, I was broke, now I'm rich, I'm a fine nigga
Six-point-four supercharger hemi got a whine in it
Unity, I fuck with the fours and the five niggas
It's Thanksgiving, brodie bought a couple pies with him
Nigga pulled out some green lean, that's a vibe killer
We'll ban a nigga
DJ Drama lifestyle, I keep a cannon with me
She a cougar now, I still wanna fuck Havana Ginger
Baby left blood on my lap, I had to slam a stripper
R.I.P. Jalen Cox, goddamn, I miss him
Kenesha stay on my mind like an aneurysm
Good business got me rich, I don't be scammin' niggas
Got a pint of Act' I never drunk, I'm dirty dancing with it
Nigga, Pluto taught me
It's codeine in my cup, I don't do the coffee
Baby, I can't eat your alfredo if the noodles soggy
She know I'm up dog shit, she tryna get the doo-doo off me
Enrgy, pause that beat, I don't stink, though
This rap shit got us rich, we used to slang dope
Nigga, all my bitches got money, I'm a great coach
Give a fuck if we in church, I got that ratchet, I just can't go
Brrr, you better duck
Already got a good bitch, I want a better slut
You belong in jail, you put lean in a 7-Up
The hoes leave with us, we treat the E-lade like a shuttle bus, on God
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Hold on, 7-Ups cool
We used to take Hi-Tech and pour up twos in small 7-Ups
The nigga got hit with a button seven times from the belly up
Is that a belly button?
Yes, I got snatched by the feds, but I ain't tell 'em nothin'
Don't believe them blog pages
They was postin' bullshit, but they all hatin'
I'll shoot some shit right now, I got a ball waitin'
And I'll make the shot
I swear to God, bro, I woke up at 6, drunk an eight 'fore 8 o'clock
That was two hours
I'm so motherfuckin' high, I'm finna overdose, I took two showers
Took a cold shower, then a hot shower
Still can't believe Ju died, I'll die 'bout it
I'll die 'bout him, do that make sense?
I'll die 'bout a dead nigga, I'll break shit
I'll face shit, I'll take shit
I got an old-school—
I got a freaky old nigga did a thirty, he'll rape shit
My bitch daughter teeth crooked, I just had to pay for braces
My kids ain't gon' grow up like me, I pay for education
Ghost takin' niggas' chains, I told him chill, I got a necklace waitin'
Soon as he come home
He in the Genesee County, but we so fuckin' turnt I could come phone
They tried to jump me, I ain't have my gun, I had to run home
I came back, jumped out with the gun and made him run home
Then he ran in the house and we shot it up
I just had to tell my label ten million dollars not enough
We the Gaffle Boyz
I gotta wind the cars down, I hear a tracker noise
