PLAGUEBOY lyrics

[Intro]
Fluss (Man, let's do this sh*t), yee, Fukkit
Uh (Yeah), you know what it is, man (The puny motherf*cker, man)
It's the underground's poster boy (Honey man, P.B. genius)
The underground surveyor, man (Play at loud volume, man)
Watchin' over the underworld, man, Fukkit
(All this sh*t ‘bout to be worth more than your mof*ckin’ rent, true)
Huh, yee, uh (Fukkit)

[Chorus]
Spend some of my expenses and that's all financial, hyeah, yeah
Count up some of these digits, whippin' out all these rentals, wah, wah (Skrr)
Guccis with bipedal, boy, we could get sh*t settled, huh, huh (Hey)
Organs turn to Jello when they straight pop your vessel, hah, hah
I was at the stu' just peepin' instrumentals, hah, huh (True)
n*ggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah
Get the block like Stephen, cookin' meth like Jesse (Blow that boy), huh, huh
Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then sh*t get messy (Okay)

[Verse]
Blood all on street, can't be too cautious where we leave him restin'
Told him I'm a weapon, Nike checks, I stepped on my investments
Pockets fat like Precious, walkin' through the back, man, f*ck the entrance
Peep right at my section, blunts as fat as Precious
We got snipers pointed at the exits just for my protection (Okay)
I'm the type to not answer the question, hope you get the message
Told my boy go 'head and get in the pit, not talkin' interception
I was goin' right upside my way then took the wrong direction
.30 on that b*tch, get to singin' just like One Direction
Walk 'round with discretion (Ding), by the pole like it was an election
Really not my type, b*tch go 'head, suck on this di*k though
Gotta keep me twins, I hold both just like akimbo
n*ggas ain't gon' fight, you might get hit with the Kimbo
My sh*t just go too hard, I had to take it back to simple
It's really not my choice that you actin' like a bimbo
And b*tch n*ggas want peace, he gon' get one to his temple, okay, Fukkit
[Chorus]
Spend some of my expenses and that's all financial, hyeah, yeah
Count up some of these digits, whippin' out all these rentals, wah, wah (Skrr)
Guccis with bipedal, boy, we could get sh*t settled, huh, huh (Hey)
Organs turn to Jello when they straight pop your vessel, hah, hah
I was at the stu' just peepin' instrumentals, hah, huh (True)
n*ggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah
Get the block like Stephen, cookin' meth like Jesse (Blow that boy), huh, huh
Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then sh*t get messy (Okay)

[Outro]
Fukkit