Plot Twist (feat. Solobtxx)
NF Quinn
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Bitch, big never fold shit Know what the f*ck going on, nigga Yop Come on Solo Yop Yop Yeaaa Niggaaa Lately I been focused on the pape, F*ck some opp niggas Told em by a Glock and then I robbed him, that's a plot twister You silly then ah f*ck you tryna beef about these thot bitches Then it's niggas tryna beef wit me because my gwap bigger My opps on Pros, every week I'm tryna drop niggas He think he having motion with that trap, we finna swat niggas Always askin' questions bout my motion, you a cop nigga Just told da plug I need a pint, cause I don't cop liquor I ah pull up on a nigga block and make the bag flip I'm in a double R, Just tryna spaz out with a bad bitch And shorty cappin', I can tell she got her ass did I'm bound to go and do a nigga bogus just like Taz did Stop allat cappin' In y'all rap, y'all droppin' ass shit This wock that we just copped was a almost done, I took the last sip Grimey bound ta send that nigga drop, He got the last hit I told the gang to clean this mouth wit soap, He feedin' bad lip Rock with heavy metal like that Whimpy Kid brother Got two twin bitches kissin' like them Island Boy brothers Just got a new Glock and this bitch came peanut butter Quick to leave a bitch, she bring up old shit just like ah plunger Chop bussin' like I threw a rose on it Lil' bitch, I ain't average, shirt cost me 400 How you tryna beef and you ain't got like no money? Ain't Tryna trap or get a job, you need to start a go fund me, Turnt She ain't tryna f*ck the gang?, She finna hit the crib I'm off the wocky buzzin through this bitch like I just hit a Cig Thrust, my fit came butter like a pizza stick This dummy came up to me tryna play it crazy, must ain't peep the stick Hollon wait, cause remember I was gone, but now I'm back again Shorty tryna shake that stanky booty with her ratchet friends Believe that if I crack that once, then I'ma crack again She thought I was broke, I called her phone and flashed a rack of ten We never done, we bout to spin and give 'em belt, Was broke asl But now we up, cause we start creepin' for some wealth Independent, I ah never ask another man for help And if I'm down or on my last, I'm just gone keep it to myself Tell them boys they got the loc, We in the city tryna bend around Like how you talkin' bout your selling shit, but never seen the pound Everything that niggas say ah joke its like I seen a clown 'Cause every time a nigga talkin pape he ain't gone peep a sound Lately I been focused on the pape, F*ck some opp niggas Told em buy a Glock and then I robbed him, That's a plot twister You silly den ah f*ck you tryna beef over these thot bitches Then it's niggas tryna beef with me because my gwap bigger My opps on pros every week I'm tryna drop niggas He think he havin motion with that trap, We finna swat niggas Always askin questions bout my motion, You a cop nigga Just told da plug I need a pint, 'Cause I don't cop liquor
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Written by: JERRIN TYRONE CROSS
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