Niggas is plotting
Niggas is scheming
Want me to fall off
Give em no reason
Stabbed in the back
Can't f*ck with the treason
Your time up
Cause bitch is my season
Walking down the street
Got a band in my pocket
Smoking on that green
Got my brain out the socket
How you hating on a nigga
Claim you focused on the guap
Why you asking All them questions
Got me thinking you a op
Ok shorty
The block hot like Dylan
Straightened out his clothes
Cause I turned the iron on
Hit em with that fire
Made me turn the pilot on
Hope you like that casket
Bitch you finna try it on
Niggas is plotting
Niggas is scheming
Want me to fall off
Give em no reason
Stabbed in the back
Can't f*ck with the treason
Your time up
Cause bitch is my season
She think I'm magic
She call me Houdini
Blue faces on me
Will Smith my genie
Oh you can't see
Your Vision teenie
Bitches is jealous
I name em panini
Got no homies
Just hoes and haters
Thinking I'm sweet
Like now and later
I'm ending your life
I called in a favor
Pack on me
Drive slow through Decatur
Pain in my chest
It's nothing major
I'm used to it
Never boost a bitch
Only boost myself
Boost my wealth
Keep this stealth move in silence
Don't walk up on me
I might get violent
Turn you invisible
Just like you violet
Then I do the dash
You shouldn't have tried it
Fresh to death
He died chewing on trident
I don't get paid in layers
All you niggas is some fakers
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Niggas is plotting
Niggas is scheming
Want me to fall off
Give em no reason
Stabbed in the back
Can't f*ck with the treason
Your time up
Cause bitch is my season
Walking down the street
Got a band in my pocket
Smoking on that green
Got my brain out the socket
How you hating on a nigga
Claim you focused on the guap
Why you asking All them questions
Got me thinking you a op
Ok shorty
The block hot like Dylan
Straightened out his clothes
Cause I turned the iron on
Hit em with that fire
Made me turn the pilot on
Hope you like that casket
Bitch you finna try it on
Niggas is plotting
Niggas is scheming
Want me to fall off
Give em no reason
Stabbed in the back
Can't f*ck with the treason
Your time up
Cause bitch is my season
She think I'm magic
She call me Houdini
Blue faces on me
Will Smith my genie
Oh you can't see
Your Vision teenie
Bitches is jealous
I name em panini
Got no homies
Just hoes and haters
Thinking I'm sweet
Like now and later
I'm ending your life
I called in a favor
Pack on me
Drive slow through Decatur
Pain in my chest
It's nothing major
I'm used to it
Never boost a bitch
Only boost myself
Boost my wealth
Keep this stealth move in silence
Don't walk up on me
I might get violent
Turn you invisible
Just like you violet
Then I do the dash
You shouldn't have tried it
Fresh to death
He died chewing on trident
I don't get paid in layers
All you niggas is some fakers
Niggas is scheming
Want me to fall off
Give em no reason
Stabbed in the back
Can't f*ck with the treason
Your time up
Cause bitch is my season
Walking down the street
Got a band in my pocket
Smoking on that green
Got my brain out the socket
How you hating on a nigga
Claim you focused on the guap
Why you asking All them questions
Got me thinking you a op
Ok shorty
The block hot like Dylan
Straightened out his clothes
Cause I turned the iron on
Hit em with that fire
Made me turn the pilot on
Hope you like that casket
Bitch you finna try it on
Niggas is plotting
Niggas is scheming
Want me to fall off
Give em no reason
Stabbed in the back
Can't f*ck with the treason
Your time up
Cause bitch is my season
She think I'm magic
She call me Houdini
Blue faces on me
Will Smith my genie
Oh you can't see
Your Vision teenie
Bitches is jealous
I name em panini
Got no homies
Just hoes and haters
Thinking I'm sweet
Like now and later
I'm ending your life
I called in a favor
Pack on me
Drive slow through Decatur
Pain in my chest
It's nothing major
I'm used to it
Never boost a bitch
Only boost myself
Boost my wealth
Keep this stealth move in silence
Don't walk up on me
I might get violent
Turn you invisible
Just like you violet
Then I do the dash
You shouldn't have tried it
Fresh to death
He died chewing on trident
I don't get paid in layers
All you niggas is some fakers
Writer: Derrick Parkey
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