Plagueboy Lyrics

[Intro]
Fluss (Man, let's do this shit), yee, Fukkit
Uh (Yeah), you know what it is, man (The [?] motherf*cker, man)
It's the underground's poster boy ([?] man, [?] genius)
The underground surveyor, man ([?], man)
Watchin' over the underworld (Man, all this shit [?] rent, true), man, Fukkit
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)
[?] with bipedal, boy, we could get shit 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)
Niggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah
Get the block like Stephen, cookin' meth like Jesse (Burn that boy), huh, huh
Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then shit 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 the pit, not talkin' interception
I was goin' right upside my way then took the wrong direction
.30 on that bitch, get to singin' just like One Direction
Walk 'round with discretion (Ding), by the pole like it was an election
Really not my type, bitch go 'head, suck on this dick though
Gotta keep me twins, I hold both just like akimbo
Niggas ain't gon' fight, you might get hit with the Kimbo
My shit 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 bitch niggas 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)
[?] with bipedal, boy, we could get shit 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)
Niggas drop like petals, roses I can't lend 'em, nah, nah
Get the block like Stephen, cookin' meth like Jesse (Burn that boy), huh, huh
Field goals just like Messi when I kick the 'K then shit get messy (Okay)

[Outro]
Fukkit

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