Pluto lyrics

[Intro]
(Bang that sh*t)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
The streets'll tell you, me and Ri' been bringing rap back
I've been buying fent', that's how you gamble with a rap check
I tell all my hoes, "Stop playing, go and wrap that"
She ain't really mine if I ain't sat it in her lap yet
It ain't really yours if you ain't set it up and trap that
My young n*gga been flying down with birds like DK Metcalf
Yeah, I carry all these lil' n*ggas, b*tch, I backpack them
A hundred rounds, I'll shoot this b*tch 'til I get back spasms
I don't sell to poppers, my users smoke Roxies off the foil
While we triple zip soon as we let that pot come to a boil
All that broke sh*t, that's the type of feelings we avoid
Only love my pape', I put all of my feelings in them 'Droids
How to cop a bag, spread a bag, be important
How to slam a bag, white man, Billy Hoyle
Got a bag, got a haymaker like Oscar De La Hoya
Get the beans from the eastside to Puritan and Coyle

[Chorus: Nuk]
It's a trait to know to move dope
The snakes been playing too close
Yeah, I bang Blood, but I lose sleep over them blue notes
I get high as hell like I'm tryna go to Pluto
I just dropped some Wocky in the glass, it look like Nuvo
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*gga, all I know is redrum
I just slapped fifty on a handgun
Hit him and his mans with this b*tch, that's an and one
They hit bro in his leg with the K, he can't stand up
But they shooter, he can't even hold his head up
n*ggas steady talking 'bout they sliding, got me fed up
Been putting rap money on n*ggas head, f*cking the bread up
Hit a Rasta n*gga up top, f*ck his dreads up
I don't drink Tris, I'm either pouring Wocky or the red up
Pulled a lil' deuce out my pocket, I'm finna drop it
Hundred shots on the Drac', got it sounding like a helicopter
Don't give a f*ck if a n*gga killed my mama, I can't tell the coppers
I'm a real street n*gga, I be nodding off 'round the robbers
Right now, I'm chilling, I'ma be sedated when the Act' settle
This n*gga tried to slide out on a bike, I made him backpedal
The dogfood's paying good, I like the crack better
Them Ghetto Boyz been dropping everything, let a rat tell it

[Chorus: Nuk]
It's a trait to know to move dope
The snakes been playing too close
Yeah, I bang Blood, but I lose sleep over them blue notes
I get high as hell like I'm tryna go to Pluto
I just dropped some Wocky in the glass, it look like Nuvo
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Teach these n*ggas how to drip, Gucci everything, these my school clothes
Drop a hundred shots at the park, make the school close
All my b*tches found out 'bout each other, need some new hoes
No disrespect, but I be in the red zone with blues on me
This ain't the same roll from yesterday, this some new money
Looked up, I just found some lines of Wock' for two hundred
This n*gga tryna flex with ten racks, that's my shoe money
I'm curious on why you got a strap, you ain't gon' shoot nothing

[Verse 4: Nuk]
I'm furious 'cause why you got a strap? You ain't gon' shoot sh*t
I'm furious 'cause why you talking bricks and keep them loose nicks?
They curious how I designed my trap 'cause I'm the blueprint
f*ck my old hoes, I hope they choking on a toothpick
I'm just tryna f*ck y'all lil' hoes, I keep it optional
They know I got a bag to carry racks like Kim Possible
Seven hundred grams, a thousand beans, wait, that's an obstacle
I be MIA, but never end up where it's tropical