Plenty ft. Rts 38 Lyrics

2three

Who's that in all black? That's five, son

I'm in the back of the ride trying to grab one

When the opps see me, you know they gon' run

You can't tell me shit, I know I'm the one

Bitch, you know I'm the one, I keep me a gun

Ayy, hop out the car, I'ma give him a hunnid

Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, I ain't goin' for nothin

Ayy, trash can crew cause my niggas go dumping

Yeah, caught his ass lacking and start dumpin' the button

Aye bitch eat me up, stop all that fussing

Put a beam on his ass, why the fuck is he muggin

2three in the back, and you know that he clutchin

Ayy, there he go, bro, let's walk him down

Ayy, we got the low, we stalk him out

When he walk out the trap, send shots to his mouth

I'ma really smash shit, niggas want some clout

your bitch can't answer, got a dick in her mouth

If that boy try to run, then I'm hawkin' him down

Heard of the M.O.B ? they runnin the town

Don't get your ass smacked, yeah, left face down

Get smoked to the face like some pot of loud

Pop out like a junkie, blickin' them down

Walk him down, I don't make a sound

He say he got P's, we takin' him down

You know you ain't like that, move around

I be with them gunnas, when I be in the town

Vontae in the back and he got his blick

Don't gotta tell me, trey eight won't slip

Five, five, six, that a fuck, nigga, I

That a bitch so good, yeah, I cannot lie

Beat her back down, Alley oop to the Guys

You passin the bitch, you get that assist

I tell no lie, bro, I swear I wouldn't miss

hunnid in yo shit call me wilt

hunnid in yo shit call me wilt

Drop a hunnid in they whip, call bro to assist

When I'm dumpin this bitch, I cannot miss

He was talkin' that shit, got hit with the shit

Put a belt to the abdomen, them niggas some bitch

Had a man on that shit like Bobby and Whitney

I was done for the 40, hit his ass in the kidney

He didn't hear the last song, bitch, nigga, get wit

Ayy, I'ma start talkin' when I'm cruisin' the city

To the bitch, y'all niggas that hate me, come get it

That C with the 30, the steamer, get lit

Man, the Drac so small , yeah, you know it's a miny

He got hit with that shit, damn, the homie won't kill it

Make a wish, give him gold, nigga, somethin' like timmy

Send a blitz, get mossed, think it's somethin' like randy

Now, keepin' the 30, this bitch come in handy

How many blocks you spent? I say plenty

Plenty blocks, that's the street

Niggas better stop fuckin' around

Stop duckin' they fuckin' taco

Niggas know you play with this shit

Your ass is made with this shit

I'm tellin' you

I'm fuckin' y'all