Lost Tha Plot Lyrics

Got the pods in listening to 745

When the top spits I'mma pop pins till I die

Where's the lies to your face for the truth

Everyone's mind changes when they see me in the booth

No excuse get the blotter and I put it on my tongue

Sneak acts got me knowing that my old friend dumb like

I'm sick of all the cigarettes

I pop a pearl so you know that I can taste it less

All my friends thinking I'm a mess

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next

I'm sick of all the cigarettes

I pop a pearl so you know that I can taste it less

And all my friends thinking I'm a mess

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next

Green landmine fuck a flex like I can stand time

Fake a grand crime roll it down like it's a landslide

Saw the cobwebs I make it seem like I'm the problem

Yeah I've copped them but what makes it worth the content

Like fuck it I'm changing lanes like I'm Phil Tuckett

Pour out the bucket it means nothing when the water running

I'm out like gunning I needed gas man but I'm still coming

I fucked the girls out of her hair but now I'm straight hunting

Criss-crossing by the intersection get to ducking

I'm getting friendly with the devil now I'm onto running

Every time I come in I get it first I do it fast

But when I cobba get to busting know I finish last

Bloody mist sprays back up on my winning ways

Flippin' Katarina blade-spinning I seen better days

Ain't no slits up on my wrist I cut into the maze

I recommit decipher all the shit to blow away the haze

I burn away I burn away I burn away

You know karma's a bitch I've got a blind date

The game coming my way you know I'm worth the wait

They tried to burn me at the stake but now I'm here to stay

Get the fuck away bitch I'm about to detonate

I'm sick of all the cigarettes

I pop a pearl so you know that I can taste it less

All my friends thinking I'm a mess

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next

I'm sick of all the cigarettes

I pop a pearl so you know that I can taste it less

And all my friends thinking I'm a mess

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next

Blackjack blag of cash in the body bag

Carjack the Cadillac life is on track

Pitch black cold snap the bitch with the gat

The bitch with the what? The bitch is on crack

Talking like they in her bag it's everything they lack

Zeno road checks, hoe I'm up next

Fakes wanna face hug I'm bursting out their chest

Lost the plot, bitch, what's next

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next

Lost the plot bitch bitch

Bitch what's next

What's next

Can't you tell I've lost the plot plot plot

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next

Can't you tell I've lost the plot bitch what's next