Plan Lyrics

It was all apart of the plan

Smoking on thraxxx 3.5 gon buss ya brain

So fried can't stand

Huh

Smoking a cannon my nigga

Get banded lil nigga

And don't show ya hand

Coolin wit gang and them

They be my man's

Smoke in medulla my packy gon punch on ya brain

I was counting up 20's and 50's til a hunnit grand

If I do a show go crazy

Jump in the stands yea

Nigga im just worried bout that pape them bands yea

Niggas be talking a lot

Like they get money and bitches

But niggas get neither

The fuck why you cap

Nigga said he was a geeker I passed him the blunt

And then he had tapped

And imma just post up

Kick my feet back

Smoke my thraxxx

I make my music

Make my pape

And then relapse yea

I hit my dodie

Ease my mind and then relax yea

Cuz I be coolin wit my bruddas in the back yea

Mind my business stay out the way and make them racks yea

Cuz I'm gon keep me potent pack

T4 t4 love that thraxxx

Spinning round I'm going crazy 115 I press gas

These Niggas talking bout the get it

Told that boy go rack for rack

That boy keep saying he compete wit me but he ain't lit like that

I think I fell in love wit airplanes

Next I'm hopping off of jets

I only flew economy

I think I need the business class

A nigga fucking hustling

I'm putting fucking muscle in

The fuck you mean that you don't like me nigga you don't know me bitch

Try stare me down I ain't moving

You smoked some other shyt

And I'm gon laugh it to the bank you be fucking broke as shyt

It was all apart of the plan

Smoking on thraxxx 3.5 gon buss ya brain

So fried can't stand

Huh

Smoking a cannon my nigga

Get banded lil nigga

And don't show ya hand

Coolin wit gang and them

They be my man's

Smoke in medulla my packy gon punch on ya brain

I was counting up 20's and 50's til a hunnit grand

If I do a show go crazy

Jump in the stands yea

Nigga im just worried bout that pape them bands yea