"Plotting On The Next 1" lyrics
I heard they plotting on the next one, yea
Spin in the summer and trap in the winter
Ran up a bag with my dawg I remember
I lost lil boog in the month of September
Used to be walking now we ride in a sprinter
Bitch wanna fuck she know we them niggas ain't got no time but she want me to see ha
I be that lil nigga, pop up and kill ya
Get caught wit the opps and don't wanna be ya, ohhh
Heard lil bro left one stretch, fuck tht lil Glock
Should of bought em vest, been looking for dude foenem told me he next, ohhh
She said that I fuck her the best straight out the streets ain't nun like the rest
Been grinding for years ain't working on check
Suit up and pull up when I get text, know when come through we making a mess
Supplying that pressure we making them sweat
She like my demeanor say I get ha wet
Heard he got shot but ain't die boy he blessed
Tell em play ball pop out and play catch
Coping with drugs I been dealing with stress
Few times ill smile but I still been depressed
Dont wanna fuck I just came for the neck
Glock on my hand used to tote on a tech
Slide on the opps and pop out with a mac
If I'm fucking that hoe ain't no feelings attached
Dont know who got hit but that nigga got patched
Tryna smoke with a hoe he gon die tryna match
On the way to the top put the hood on my back
We ain't sparing no opps we ain't cutting no slack
Body for body we go back to back, told bro stop the wheel let me out that's a bet
Heard the opps outside tryna see where they at, foenem told me chill cuz they know I'm up next
Dont wanna talk cuz them niggas gon catch
Shots from Glock have em stretch in the ditch
Heard the nigga ain't make it but that's what he get
Them niggas was laughing when brodie got hit
They gon die tryna fake turn a thug to a bitch
They hit up the car but them fuck niggas missed
Came thru the same night and they know what I did
Like the [?] hit a opp with a stick
They say he a shooter that nigga ain't shit
New opp pack long live by his [?]
Gotta speak for trenches this shit not a diss
My opps not important but they name on the list
Ohhh, I heard they plotting the next one, say if the catch one they gon stretch one, yk tta stk we put guns today to the face I feel like yb who gon die today
Spin in the summer and trap in the winter
Ran up bag with my dawg I remember
I lost lil boogi in the month of September
Used to be walking now we ride in a sprinter
Bitch wanna fuck she know we them niggas ain't got no time but she want me to see ha
I be lil nigga, pop get and kill ya
Caught wit the opps and dont wanna be ya, ohhh
Heard lil bro left one stretch, fuck tht lil Glock
Should of bought em vest, been looking for dude foenem told me he next, ohhh
She said I fuck her the best straight out the streets ain't nun like the rest
Been grinding for years ain't working on check
Buddy got hit tryna run from a blitz
Knee deep in the field we throw bullets like vick
Spin on a opp and let off 86 den stalk on his page tryna see if he zipped
Lil cuzzo got hit I had told em dont trip
Came back them same night with a empty ass clip
Dis shit out love you don't thank me for this
Big bro coulda died wasn't there when they slip
Niggas move around when that blood get spilled
Niggas ain't wanna spin I ain't know how to feel
How you call me ya manz but ain't go on a drill
Next nigga diss on the gang getting killed
Popping out cuts cuz it give me a thrill
Relapse on lean I'm back cracking the seal
I need me them m's if I'm singing a deal
Go lurking while sober don't need me no pill
Post on the block like the king of the hill
Come do it myself I ain't dropping no bills
Got hit in face now he look Emmet Till
Tryna plot on my [?] like my first name was Phillip
But fucking with niggas they showed they weren't real
We really at war all these new niggas weird
The man of the house been like this for years
Got some shit in the car that will knock down a deer
Spin in the summer and trap in the winter
Ran up a bag with my dawg I remember
I lost lil boog in the month of September
Used to be walking now we ride in a sprinter
Bitch wanna fuck she know we them niggas ain't got no time but she want me to see ha
I be that lil nigga, pop up and kill ya
Get caught wit the opps and don't wanna be ya, ohhh
Heard lil bro left one stretch, fuck tht lil Glock
Should of bought em vest, been looking for dude foenem told me he next, ohhh
She said that I fuck her the best straight out the streets ain't nun like the rest
Been grinding for years ain't working on check
Suit up and pull up when I get text, know when come through we making a mess
Supplying that pressure we making them sweat
She like my demeanor say I get ha wet
Heard he got shot but ain't die boy he blessed
Tell em play ball pop out and play catch
Coping with drugs I been dealing with stress
Few times ill smile but I still been depressed
Dont wanna fuck I just came for the neck
Glock on my hand used to tote on a tech
Slide on the opps and pop out with a mac
If I'm fucking that hoe ain't no feelings attached
Dont know who got hit but that nigga got patched
Tryna smoke with a hoe he gon die tryna match
On the way to the top put the hood on my back
We ain't sparing no opps we ain't cutting no slack
Body for body we go back to back, told bro stop the wheel let me out that's a bet
Heard the opps outside tryna see where they at, foenem told me chill cuz they know I'm up next
Dont wanna talk cuz them niggas gon catch
Shots from Glock have em stretch in the ditch
Heard the nigga ain't make it but that's what he get
Them niggas was laughing when brodie got hit
They gon die tryna fake turn a thug to a bitch
They hit up the car but them fuck niggas missed
Came thru the same night and they know what I did
Like the [?] hit a opp with a stick
They say he a shooter that nigga ain't shit
New opp pack long live by his [?]
Gotta speak for trenches this shit not a diss
My opps not important but they name on the list
Ohhh, I heard they plotting the next one, say if the catch one they gon stretch one, yk tta stk we put guns today to the face I feel like yb who gon die today
Spin in the summer and trap in the winter
Ran up bag with my dawg I remember
I lost lil boogi in the month of September
Used to be walking now we ride in a sprinter
Bitch wanna fuck she know we them niggas ain't got no time but she want me to see ha
I be lil nigga, pop get and kill ya
Caught wit the opps and dont wanna be ya, ohhh
Heard lil bro left one stretch, fuck tht lil Glock
Should of bought em vest, been looking for dude foenem told me he next, ohhh
She said I fuck her the best straight out the streets ain't nun like the rest
Been grinding for years ain't working on check
Buddy got hit tryna run from a blitz
Knee deep in the field we throw bullets like vick
Spin on a opp and let off 86 den stalk on his page tryna see if he zipped
Lil cuzzo got hit I had told em dont trip
Came back them same night with a empty ass clip
Dis shit out love you don't thank me for this
Big bro coulda died wasn't there when they slip
Niggas move around when that blood get spilled
Niggas ain't wanna spin I ain't know how to feel
How you call me ya manz but ain't go on a drill
Next nigga diss on the gang getting killed
Popping out cuts cuz it give me a thrill
Relapse on lean I'm back cracking the seal
I need me them m's if I'm singing a deal
Go lurking while sober don't need me no pill
Post on the block like the king of the hill
Come do it myself I ain't dropping no bills
Got hit in face now he look Emmet Till
Tryna plot on my [?] like my first name was Phillip
But fucking with niggas they showed they weren't real
We really at war all these new niggas weird
The man of the house been like this for years
Got some shit in the car that will knock down a deer
