change the plan ft. Ifipaan & Slade Lyrics

What's up

Pussy boy run up

Mother-fuckin' bad for your bitch

Man I feel like Gunna

Hunter

Stone cold gunnas

Mad at me, spark it

Motherfuckin' sucker

What's up

Pussy boy run up

Motherfuckin' bad for your bitch

Man I feel like Gunna

Hunter

Stone cold gunnas

Mad at me, spark it

Motherfuckin' sucker

(Yeah)

She wanna touch on my gunnas

I gotta flaunt 'em

Motherfuckers end up being hit up regardless

Y'all gotta peep the deposit reciepts

Do me a solid and leave

I signed her tits with my paint

Fuck to the bass of the beat

Y'all got a case of disease

That's some mid shit you dropped

I'm finna drop this and leave

This the other side shit

This the shit that I teased

Y'all been waitin' for weeks

Y'all my sons

Now I look at the seeds

I got private flights to the Bahamas

I'm bold as hell, I'll slap the shit out of your mama

Minute made man, did my verse in one take

Wake up in the backseat, twelve got lights up in my face

I done wrecked the wraith, got a new whip okay

Never miss no plays, put that iron in your face

Ain't one to flaunt but my account skyrockets

I got fans in every state, they still moshin

I'm a changed man, but I'll still put you in a coffin

Been through it all and I still go off bitch

My team never trippin, I feed them regardless

I'm finna blow up like I'm in Boston

She wanted me, so that old man she dropped him

And I still dipped on the hoe regardless

Made my best song, I ain't even dropped yet

New whip too fast, brand new exhaust, yeah yeah

What's up

Pussy boy run up

Motherfuckin' bad for your bitch

Man I feel like Gunna

Hunter

Stone cold gunnas

Mad at me, spark it

Motherfuckin' sucker

What's up

Pussy boy run up

Motherfuckin' bad for your bitch

Man I feel like Gunna

Hunter

Stone cold gunnas

Mad at me, spark it

Motherfuckin' sucker

(Yeah)

Yeah

Huh huh

What huh

Yeah huh

What huh

Yeah huh

Yeah huh

Huh hm

Diamonds is all on my neck hm

I'ma pull up with a vest hm

I hit a lick or like ten huh

I fuck a bitch if she ten huh

I'ma pull up in a van huh

I'ma pull up in some vans huh

I'm finna change up the plan huh

VVS, all on my hand huh

I'm off the sheets and I dance huh

Turn this shit up it's a jam huh

I got the stick, it won't jam huh

I made these bitches go ham

Trap phone jumpin

Dope is in my oven

Pull up at yo house and let it bang, my pistol bustin

My bitch fuckin' sexy, make her moan when we be fuckin

Had to change the plan

I had to change the fuckin' plan, yeah woo

What's up

Pussy boy run up

Motherfuckin' bad for your bitch

Man I feel like Gunna

Hunter

Stone cold gunnas

Mad at me, spark it

Motherfuckin' sucker

What's up

Pussy boy run up

Motherfuckin' bad for your bitch

Man I feel like Gunna

Hunter

Stone cold gunnas

Mad at me, spark it

Motherfuckin' sucker

(Yeah)