The Plan ft. RIKO6Z Lyrics

(Swerve killed it) Yeah, Yeah, Ard, Yeah

Ard, Yeah, Yeah, Ard, Yeah, Yeah, Ard, Yeah

Ard (Tizz made this jawn)

Yeah, ard, yeah, I just popped like three percs, but then I lost the count

We been in the trenches all day, just tryna pave a route

Cold nights on the basement floor, I gotta make it out

B's after B's on my mind, I gotta take him out

It's like every single time we do a drill, we gotta lay it out

Tell me what's the plan, baeboy, I'm tryna lay him down

Buttons and them sticks, get him gon' for trying to play around

Brodie in the Olie, bussin' plays, he moving like a shark

Hollows heat the Glocky when it's cold, I gotta keep a spark

Quick tap it, threw a four, ya shit a bag of runtz

Slime under a slime, get him running like he Forrest Gump

Think I'm a trash man, spinning out the truck, boy imma dump

Nigga claiming he a shooter, checked the stats, he in a slump

That nigga said he got some Za, whole time he got some huff

I be leaning off the drank, I told the bitch I don't get drunk

I just popped like four percs, and then I went to work

I just put a button on the Glocky, and I made it twerk

When I lost my brother, swear to God, that shit caused real hurt

Posted in the slums everyday, I'm tryna make it work

The joker!

You ain't never fuck off 100K and try to make it back

Boy, you can't be around the MOB if you ain't got a hat

Uh, yeah, I make a call in 30 seconds, get a nigga whacked

Go find a head, boy, I can't do nun' with no Cashapp

My bitch was made in Thailand, this Drac' from Baghdad

I tote some fat shit, it'll make you bag back

On the phone with Six, say he just turned one into a strain

I woke up at Six A.M. and made a play, got to them bands

They came thru hittin', we went through the spinnin', blowin' like a fan

I was O.T., I don't know what happened to ya man

I fucked that money up, but shook back, I always had a plan

These niggas live off nine bullets, why I'm ridin' with a ten

Hop out with that "WhatTheFuck", I'm tryna hit his kin

Hit that nigga in his wrist, he was cryin' like a bitch

Merch it onna guys, you ain't never hop over that fence

I gave lil cous a pound of Za, on speed dial, I called a blitz

Real depression in the streets, nigga, you gon' have to know

Anxiety, everytime I come outside, I keep a pole

I was 14 when I started playin' with them bowls

Now I'm head-tappin' trynna steal his set of chromosomes

We got a Lo, we finna slide, I told my bro to leave his phone

I ain't fuck with him in school, so imma send that nigga home

Like some fungus get it grown, vacuum seal and get it sold

Slime a nigga out like Riko, and I ran off with the bag

Ain't gotta cap about this shit, that's why I got these niggas mad

I bang on niggas with that .45 like I play for the Jazz

If she act right, I told that bitch that I'll get her a bag

If you don't give this shit ya' all, you ain't gon' make it to the draft!