"Plot Twist!" lyrics
(D2AG)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Ayy, load that up, W)
(This is the sound)
Yeah
Plot twist, baby, I'm the one with all the hundreds
Yeah, my son must be Wayne 'cause I feel like Stunna
Yeah, I bought the bitch some Don, not the Teremana
Yeah, uh, the bitch want me to come, but who said I'm comin'?
Uh, uh, uh, ayy, put your shoulders straight, uh
We gon' sit in his bushes until he walk through that gate
Yeah, yeah, 7.62s, I make sure they penetrate
Yeah, couldn't remember the social studies, but I got math straight, uh
You can't come in with me if you gon' bring half the pape'
Wrapped him up with duct tape, not the masking tape
Ayy, ayy, Backdoor make the floor shake, don't you feel it shake?
Ayy, baby say stop poppin' Percs, rehabilitate
Told her she get on my nerves, bitch, I'm finna skate
Use your mouth, but not with words, bitch, is you okay?
Ayy, ayy, dropped her off to buy this syrup three, four times a day
That money sexy, but that rubber band like lingerie
Ayy, faceshot, so I gotta tell him, "Guard your face"
Lean with that thunder, nigga, feel like SGA, uh
Ball, bitch, I gotta ball, this the NBA
'Fore you walk, you gotta crawl, that's the only way
Big Backdoor, step on anything in the way
Ayy, ayy, me and Rick just telling each other we need to get rich today
Ayy, Baba, Bill, Backend my brother, you know one call away
You leave a mil' in front of my brother, bet he won't touch the pape'
Ayy, ayy, spin your block with one of these cutters, it's like Christmas Day
Ayy, ayy, givin' away these 7.62s, it's a giveaway
Ayy, talkin' to the plug on the phone, what he say?
Baby say she love my cologne, so I spray
Ayy, baby, change your attitude, you ain't the only one
Nailed her to the fuckin' cross, went picked up my son
Ayy, Big Backdoor the fuckin' boss, know I'm the only one
How the fuck you the only one? Can't be the only one
Yeah, kept it real if I call you brother
Niggas still to this day askin' me 'bout fuckin' Gunna
Yeah, niggas still to this day askin' what's an eight of Wock'?
Pull up on my bitch, well, tell my bitch to stay in the car
Say you like a bitch that's bald-head like Jada, huh?
She like Backdoor, his voice deep like Darth Vader, huh
Yeah, pass around these hot guns like hot potatoes, huh
Yeah, it's a gamble, let's go take a trip to Vegas, huh
I don't think he gon' make it, mm
And I hate you, nigga, I can't fake it
Finna go like 108 the bracelet, uh
And most these niggas chase it
Need a bitch that know that she ain't basic
Glock inside her purse, that's how we take it
Ayy, Backdoor on probation, but the door still open, fuck you sayin'?
Ayy, finna skrrt, skrrt with my left hand, uh (D2AG)
Talkin' to my brother, uh, but we always knew the fuckin' plan, uh
Get the M's, stack that shit, and do that shit again, 4 (This is the sound)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Ayy, load that up, W)
(This is the sound)
Yeah
Plot twist, baby, I'm the one with all the hundreds
Yeah, my son must be Wayne 'cause I feel like Stunna
Yeah, I bought the bitch some Don, not the Teremana
Yeah, uh, the bitch want me to come, but who said I'm comin'?
Uh, uh, uh, ayy, put your shoulders straight, uh
We gon' sit in his bushes until he walk through that gate
Yeah, yeah, 7.62s, I make sure they penetrate
Yeah, couldn't remember the social studies, but I got math straight, uh
You can't come in with me if you gon' bring half the pape'
Wrapped him up with duct tape, not the masking tape
Ayy, ayy, Backdoor make the floor shake, don't you feel it shake?
Ayy, baby say stop poppin' Percs, rehabilitate
Told her she get on my nerves, bitch, I'm finna skate
Use your mouth, but not with words, bitch, is you okay?
Ayy, ayy, dropped her off to buy this syrup three, four times a day
That money sexy, but that rubber band like lingerie
Ayy, faceshot, so I gotta tell him, "Guard your face"
Lean with that thunder, nigga, feel like SGA, uh
Ball, bitch, I gotta ball, this the NBA
'Fore you walk, you gotta crawl, that's the only way
Big Backdoor, step on anything in the way
Ayy, ayy, me and Rick just telling each other we need to get rich today
Ayy, Baba, Bill, Backend my brother, you know one call away
You leave a mil' in front of my brother, bet he won't touch the pape'
Ayy, ayy, spin your block with one of these cutters, it's like Christmas Day
Ayy, ayy, givin' away these 7.62s, it's a giveaway
Ayy, talkin' to the plug on the phone, what he say?
Baby say she love my cologne, so I spray
Ayy, baby, change your attitude, you ain't the only one
Nailed her to the fuckin' cross, went picked up my son
Ayy, Big Backdoor the fuckin' boss, know I'm the only one
How the fuck you the only one? Can't be the only one
Yeah, kept it real if I call you brother
Niggas still to this day askin' me 'bout fuckin' Gunna
Yeah, niggas still to this day askin' what's an eight of Wock'?
Pull up on my bitch, well, tell my bitch to stay in the car
Say you like a bitch that's bald-head like Jada, huh?
She like Backdoor, his voice deep like Darth Vader, huh
Yeah, pass around these hot guns like hot potatoes, huh
Yeah, it's a gamble, let's go take a trip to Vegas, huh
I don't think he gon' make it, mm
And I hate you, nigga, I can't fake it
Finna go like 108 the bracelet, uh
And most these niggas chase it
Need a bitch that know that she ain't basic
Glock inside her purse, that's how we take it
Ayy, Backdoor on probation, but the door still open, fuck you sayin'?
Ayy, finna skrrt, skrrt with my left hand, uh (D2AG)
Talkin' to my brother, uh, but we always knew the fuckin' plan, uh
Get the M's, stack that shit, and do that shit again, 4 (This is the sound)
