Bandobrad & Swaggy Jo - Plottin'

Yeah yeah yeah
Swerve the coupe out the lot
I just wanna ball till i make it to the top
Diamonds on my neck they be wet like a yacht
I knew i had a chance i just had to shoot the shot
Yeah yeah
But niggas envy so they plot on me
Never was a shooter but keep me a glock on me
Doubled up two times good luck on stopping me
Keep my radar on, call in a UAV
These niggas jealous so they envy
Chicken deep inside, like ordered up a 10 piece
Homie to my eyes, but outside you against me
They see im getting started so itching just to end me
The jealousy is real
Boy you gotta chill
Almost caught me slippin, when u switched up on the deal
I wonder if roles were flipped
I wonder how u feel
We could have both been eating when doubled sized your meal
Nigga you fugazee
Out here tryna play me
You ran out of time, when I took away your
AP
You been acting crazy lately,
maybe its the drugs you been taking daily
Maybe lack of love got you moving shady
You acting real different but i know the real you
I know you had to dead her but i had to dead you
Confusing like a maze but i cracked the riddle
You thinking you a baller you cant even dribble (Ha Ha)
Yeah yeah yeah
Swerve the coupe out the lot
I just wanna ball till i make it to the top
Diamonds on my neck they be wet like a yacht
I knew i had a chance i just had to shoot the shot
Yeah yeah
But niggas envy so they plot on me
Never was a shooter but keep me a glock on me
Doubled up two times good luck on stopping me
Keep my radar on, call in a UAV
Remember back then you was trying to play me
Used to be my baby its all gravy
Me and swaggy on the track so its wavy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
So its wavy
Stacking all my green till my fucking bank full
Saying grace before i eat cause im thankful
Gotta multiply my money times table
Never switch up on my brothers cane and able
But it got harder
So i grind smarter
Writing all these verses like a damn author
Need beyonce
Feel like Sean Carter
And i hit it from the back like a damn spoila
Hop up in it
When im in it
I get so loose
Talking canada
Keep me warm with the goose
Thats the truth
With my troops
Smoking flava
Taste like fruit
In the coupe
And im off the lot
Swerve the coupe out the lot (Skrt Skrt)
I just wanna ball till i make it to the top
Diamonds on my neck they be wet like a yacht
I knew i had a chance i just had to shoot the shot
Yeah yeah
But niggas envy so they plot on me
Never was a shooter but keep me a glock on me
Doubled up two times good luck on stopping me
Keep my radar on, call in a UAV
Skrt skrt
Skrt skrt
Skrt skrt
Skrt skrt

Written by:
Brad Pinkerton, Jovaunn Warren

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