Master Plan*

[Intro] I put the crack up in the candy box Rocks for the narcs, we set up shop Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not, brrt [Interlude] You know how we comin’ nigga [?] all I'ma say [?] [Chorus] Ay, I told my brother go and kill him Don't you come back ’til you catch the man We be spinnin' like a ceiling fan Three choppas in the minivan My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan Did a show then fucked a ho' I sold a bowl right to the pope Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat Get 'em hit, then let 'em know I'ma tell ’em come change the score Caught him, got to runnin’ though Got a gun, you ain't dumpin’ on 'em [Verse 1] Check him out and bag him up, that's if he comin' after us We be slidin’ 'til the dawn and dusk This drillin' shit give me a rush I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a ratchet bitch Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?" I put him in my 'wood Fuck them pistols, load them choppas Next time he won't need a doctor A killing spree, I've been schemin' for so long I dream about it Did so many drills, a couple of 'em, I forgot about 'em Hollow tips rip through his T, T on TV like Jimmy Fallon I got my doggy on the Roxys, he told me he want a body Grab the mask, we gon' disguise it Pop one, but I want the posse And every nigga that's been dissin' done got a bullet behind him We gon' leave a nigga missin', so kiss your mama and family Ayy, big gat, we knock his shit back All that tough shit that you talkin' it get you shot at And we can't get up off your head, because I want that I said I want that nigga dead, yeah, we on that, ayy [Chorus] Ay, I told my brother go and kill him Don't you come back 'til you catch the man We be spinnin' like a ceiling fan Three choppas in the minivan My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan Did a show then fucked a ho' I sold a bowl right to the pope Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat Get 'em hit, then let 'em know I'ma tell 'em come change the score Caught him, got to runnin' though Got a gun, you ain't dumpin' on 'em [Verse 2] Ay, I'm thuggin' hard, that's how I live We was taught to die or kill On the block Bob the Builder Don't want to scale it, you know it's just digits Creep on a nigga, we leavin' him cripple Why whould I miss? I've been waitin' to send him I got the Drac' and it give me adrenaline We aim at your face and erase a nigga, ayy (Brrt) [Interlude] Eh, eh, whoa-oh-oh-oh Choppa come with this shit nigga, on Grape Don dada We doin' this shit nigga Don dada Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda [Post-Chorus] I put the crack up in the candy box Rocks for the narcs, we set up shop Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not (Brrt)