nothing’s planned lyrics

[Verse 1]
This ain't my usual flow, but don't box me in
I pull up to the show, I can't stop the grin
It's confidence
He hit my phone say "cuz lock me in"
I'm not your twin
Northside Cragie thats not his ends
Tell your guy pay me, the guap's not sent
It's that kid with the top notch pen
I step to the stage and they're calling me bossman
You talked sh*t now your dog got decked, you'll remember my name cus it's god's plan
Tryna trigger me but it don't work
Sumn like a Glock jam
And how she got bigger dreams but she don't work?
Tell that girl get a job fam
Man my numbers was absolute donuts till I started whipping up hot jams
And my folks in chicago said you bogus, I'm naturally chill, I don't pop xans
My raps it bе real; why I got fans
As sad as it gets for relaxing a bit
I might pack mе a spliff up in Docklands
Grabbing her hip while we lock hands

[Hook]
Cuz Bad b*tches love to dance
And real G's love to spend
On average a couple bands
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
I been through alot i can't settle for sh*t
[Verse 2]
Southeast baddie wanna f*ck with the Northside boy
Them songs that you post alright, no lie
Over here we do it all right boy
He talk sh*t, I don't call my boys
1 on 1 and its on sight, boy
I sit back and I roll my joint
On some mafia sh*t, no shoreline boy
More time, oi, lame ass motherf*ckers tryna clown on my rap accent
Cuz I'mma rap how I want, you worried bout my voice, now you be back tracking
They saying "Tec on a streak, no cap" but I dont really f*ck with that Snapchat sh*t
I ain't never seen a shawty back that thick
She ain't never seen a guap bag this big

[Hook]
Bad b*tches love to dance
And real G's love to spend
On average a couple bands
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
I been thru alot i can't settle for sh*t

[Verse 3]
I guess we're just showing eachother perspectives, gotta respect it, shawty a freak
I just be adding new sh*t to my checklist, b*tch I'mma get it I put it on me
Cuz I'm the best and I'll put that on G
Boy, I'm a chef I ain't cooking for free
White boys paying me good for feat
Discount for a POC
On G.O.D
[Hook]
Bad b*tches love to dance
And real G's love to spend
On average a couple bands
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
I been thru alot i can't settle for sh*t
Bad b*tches love to dance
And real G's love to spend
On average a couple bands
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is
You feel me? Nothing's planned
But somehow everything is