CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Red Dot / Master Plan
Eh, eh, woah
Choppas on the [?]
Ayy
I put the crack up in the candy box
Lights for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip n***a, 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, b*t*h)
You know how we comin’ n***a
Ayy, 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 n***as pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends
Leave me the f**k alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan
Did a show then f**ked a ho'
I sold a bowl right to the pole
N***as 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 me
Check him out and bag him up, that’s if he comin' after us
We be slidin' 'til the dawn and dusk
This drillin’ sh*t give me a rush
I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a [?]
Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?"
I put him in my 'wood
F**k 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 [?] I forgot about 'em
Hollow tips rip through his T, T
I put the crack up in the candy box
Lights for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip n***a, 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)
Choppas on the [?]
Ayy
I put the crack up in the candy box
Lights for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip n***a, 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, b*t*h)
You know how we comin’ n***a
Ayy, 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 n***as pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends
Leave me the f**k alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan
Did a show then f**ked a ho'
I sold a bowl right to the pole
N***as 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 me
Check him out and bag him up, that’s if he comin' after us
We be slidin' 'til the dawn and dusk
This drillin’ sh*t give me a rush
I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a [?]
Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?"
I put him in my 'wood
F**k 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 [?] I forgot about 'em
Hollow tips rip through his T, T
I put the crack up in the candy box
Lights for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip n***a, 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)
